from the day you are born
the world is a mystery
you don’t have time to look around
they say, listen to me
they say, look at me
when you look at the sky
they say, what do you care
when you ask, why?
they make you learn words
when you just want to howl
you laugh and you smile
but are met with a growl
wipe the smile off your face
on the first day of school
do what you are told
is the first and last rule
the days fall like leaves
and the years fall like trees
they shape you and mold you
and get you down on your knees
at last they are finished
and let you out on the street
your spirit is broken
and your soul is beat
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