Melancholy misfits trudge through the door.
Their hands on their books, their eyes on the floor.
Bracing themselves for what's in store.
Here come the comments: ugly, emo, w****.
Feeling their hearts grow heavy and sore.
Every day was a cold, bloody war.
Until someone stood up and said "No more."
Their hands on their books, their eyes on the floor.
Bracing themselves for what's in store.
Here come the comments: ugly, emo, w****.
Feeling their hearts grow heavy and sore.
Every day was a cold, bloody war.
Until someone stood up and said "No more."
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