Start of the Class
Started my first day with grimace
I wore it on my pale face
But I knew this secret so well
Though it was so hard tell
Right where I saw those young eyes
Gullible gossips were so nice
But I stood with sincerity in my feet
Saw myself thinking on my seat
Like playing an old game at day
There are more stories that we have to say
But your heart is in moment of silence
Writing our words in a sentence
About to find ourselves tomorrow
We will not build fear and sorrow
Just listen and get along in my dance
Let us see how fate give us this chance
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