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One of these days I'm going to break
No one will suspect it
As usual, I'll show up late
Maybe I'll even have a cig lit

I'll go to class, sit in the back
I'll ignor everyone, even the teacher
The kids'll think I'm on smack
But who cares bout them? They're ******** preechers

Sure you can call me a prep
Maybe even a slut
Whos got hep
But, ********, I'm in a rut

The bell goes and I walk out
Teacher wants me to stay and talk
I know I won't, I'll just shout
Really, he just wants me to suck his c**k

I pass him towards the hall
It's crowded as Hell
I don't feel small but I don't walk tall
Right before the bell

I pull out a gun and fire a few rounds
People scream and they jump down to the ground
I tell everyone to stay the ******** down

This'll be my last act
Right before I make the pact
The pact of death, the pact of hate
"I ******** hate you all," I state

A few people panic and run
But not before their dead by my gun
It won't be long before I'm done

As I walk out the door
I'm keeping score
I walk a little more
I walk onto another school floor

I stand there with the gun to my head
Before I could think about what lies ahead
I pull the trigger and now I'm dead