Ahhh, that felt nice.

And now, now I understand
It wasn't for martyrdom.
No heroic happenstance
Or some aversion or some
Glorious fallout at hands
Of the damn High School Elite.
By all means, you had the chance,
And God knows you don't retreat.

So I have some things that I've
Been meaning to speak at times.
But for whatever reason,
Be for guilt or for treason,
Have kept poison locked inside.

Not all people are born of
That which you wipe off your feet.
One stays, misguided, for love,
Two more for someplace to meet.
But I stay to be proved wrong,
I've craved it for some months now.
To read my slanderous song
Alone, would cause my stirred brow.

Dammit, prove me wrong, prove it!
Steal from me that I knew it.
Show me ignorant I fall,
Make me believe that I know nothing at all.