I told you to have a good day at school, you said you would unless someone pushed you, and I said simply tell teacher the truth, you frowned and said that snitching wasn’t cool. I have felt like that every single day with Atlas great weight forced upon my back lost in your mem’ry until all goes black, that’s how I have felt since you went away. Like someone was pushing me up and down like a battered joystick in your arcade oh, anything for these mem’ries to fade, I seek to lose, lost, never to be found, only now I can understand fully bitter mem’ry is a playground bully.
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