Wishful Fiction
Muddasheep
GENRE
You always tell me
I have to learn
From books which are better
When they burn
You send me to a building
With boring people
They believe I'm a fool
But in fact I'm made of wool
I tried hard
To keep my minds back
But now I think
It's time for some respect
I pack my suitcase
Feel my gloom
I leave my room
And take the gun
The teacher tells me
That I'm late
But not I am
It's his fate
Anyway
The bullets say
Here's our hell
Easy to tell
Dead bodies
Wasted life liquid
Unused candies
The gun smiles at it
Cruel interruption
I open my eyes
Was it just fiction
Or wishful thinking
I have to learn
From books which are better
When they burn
You send me to a building
With boring people
They believe I'm a fool
But in fact I'm made of wool
I tried hard
To keep my minds back
But now I think
It's time for some respect
I pack my suitcase
Feel my gloom
I leave my room
And take the gun
The teacher tells me
That I'm late
But not I am
It's his fate
Anyway
The bullets say
Here's our hell
Easy to tell
Dead bodies
Wasted life liquid
Unused candies
The gun smiles at it
Cruel interruption
I open my eyes
Was it just fiction
Or wishful thinking
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