I wrote a play, got a cast; practised and pinned it down fast.
I got myself to Tokyo; A Weekend in the City; Pocket Symphony.
I knew it was ending soon.
And so it did.
I lost my argument; two teachers down, three more to go.
The next day I found myself wondering why Munsyi Abdullah and a screaming girl won the recognition I could never muster when I thought I could.
Skipped school; I just couldn’t go.
This week, I fucked my add maths paper in 15 minutes, physics paper in ten;
Was offered pure white powder from a friend,
Asshole was marketing coccaine for panadol at fifty bucks,
for mind-fuck shit snorting during add maths.
I’m sorry if I’m not answering your messages,
that I’m evading conversations and your presence,
I just want for a moment,
to disappear here.
If u want to know what makes me sad
Well its hope, the endurance of faith
A battle that lasts a lifetime
A fight that never ends.
Seroxat, Bloc Party