let me tell you a story of someone that i know
as long as you don't tell anybody, or let anybody know
its gonna be a secret that i never that i let out
unless I'm forced by the FBI, or having the police feeling me out
so...
here it goes its time to unwind the story
about this man that i know, no reason to feel sorry
its not like anything dramatic happened or someone passed away
its nothing that serious in any kind of way.....

He wakes up to see that hes already late for school
hes trying wake him self up, the side of his face is stained with drool
he hops in the shower for only a couple of minutes
to find no soap or shampoo, now whats with this
as he walks out front door he already forgets
his notebook and pen and his pack of cigarettes
stuffs them in his 2 year old jacket runs out the door
to find that the elevator has been jammed all the way on 2nd floor
he takes to the steps running as fast as he can
trying to gain his energy back from all that he ran
since he has no job and cant afford a car
he has to walk his ass all the way up the boulevard
a half an hour walk just to make it to school
waiting for him are his teachers friends just to say that hes a fool
the principle calls him down into the office
for late number 62, "how can we solve this"
the principles asks him all these stupid questions
like did you do this and that, its getting him stressing
it seems every day that hes talking with his principle
if he didn't go through this, then it would be so simple
not having to hear his lip and all the bs that he sprays
boy would he love to mouth back at him and tell him he would like to say
and if that ever happened then we would see some action
principle versus student, that would get everyone laughen
so when hes done with the prince, he gets to class
he walks into the wrong room, punching himself, feeling like an ass
he already forgets where he has to go
hes been going here for so long and he just turned 24
he sleeps through his classes, he doesn't even care
about his marks and grades, or what he has to wear
when he isn't sleeping he has his headphones blaring
hes got the students and teachers looking over at him starring
the only thing they hear is Fort Minor blasting
with Mike Shinoda ripping every verse, as hes battle rapping
and on his way home he keeps his head down
looking back at his day and how he acted like a clown
when he gets home he just sits there on the couch
wishing and dreaming that he could do something about
this situation at school
he's met this beautiful girl and he cant described
the feelings that overruns him from deep down inside
he talks and hangs with her every lunch period
and thats all they ever do period.
theres never anything more, and let me tell you why
because he is to scared to ask her out, hes unbelievably shy
he knows that she is the one for him and she would complete
every dream and thought he has every felt, she is his heart beat
his only outburst of laughter is the the result of her
the reason he gets up for school is just to see her
the funny thing is, is that he truly thinks that she likes him back
but he is uncertain whether or not she really does, he just wishes that
he could build up the courage and grow some balls
just to ask a simple question, and from there on things will evolve
but he cant get the words out, its like there trapped inside
hes unable to speak, as hes slowly beginning to realize
that one day he will break out and him and her will one
and when that day comes then his heart will finally be one

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