People are always talking
People always have something to say
Judging you and not even knowing the real you
What is the point of that?
Let me fill you in
With my thoughts and the places I've been
Ninth grade came and I decided to play games
I almost died, it was so bad that i had to be revived
I woke up realizing there was a reason I'm alive.
Tenth grade came and told myself let me do what i have to do and try
You're always going to have a list of options
Whether they are right or wrong,
You're going to learn as you go along.
Now I am in the eleventh grade and I'm tired of the mess
Sometimes there is just times when you have to say
You know my name not my story.