A New Day, Same Style
again I sit in the seat of a student, back to being a kid.
back to the realities of life, in which I have hid.
again come the papers and exams
back to the all nighters and study crams
again set outside of this basic mold
back to the iron bars, secluded and cold
I am who I am, set outside of the box
my mind is my own, and my thoughts are unlocked
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