First I was like... D-:

[Sad Panda]
Old computer,
New school shooter;
I'm just like you,
Hope I end up like you.

You've been planning;
Scheming, scanning.
It will happen soon;
Feels long overdue.

Maps of hallways,
High school clichés.
You want to let them know;
You feel so hollow.

I would like to rearrange your
Glass that's counting sand;
Dry and damaged hand.
Organize your fatal counter.
All the hate you've absorbed;
The things you've shut your mouth for.

The things you've shut your mouth for.

Just a minute,
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
It's tough to get it.
Drawn and underscored,
Your life has been ignored.
Mother's valium,
Father's shotgun.

Sun might burn you,
The rays might scar you;
But I'd argue, today is beautiful.

Desperate letters;
Life feels better.
In the summer air,
I will meet you there.

I will meet you there.

You've been planning;
Scheming, scanning.
It will happen soon;
Feels long overdue.

Maps of hallways,
High school clichés.
You want to let them know;
You feel so hollow