<span;>Friday morning freshman year
<span;>Uneventful, biding time before winter break
<span;>Just six hours to go until two weeks off from this hellscape
<span;>Friday morning PE class
<span;>Dodging balls, chasing ass
<span;>Friday noon, large slice of cheese pizza
<span;>Lunch with Maddie and a few Chinese kids
<span;>Afternoon, religion class
<span;>Friday morning couldn’t last
<span;>Gift exchange but I forgot
<span;>I freak out, I freak out a lot
<span;>Running down to try and solve this
<span;>I get pulled in to the counselors office
<span;>Nose in book, radio playing
<span;>Ears tune in to what they’re saying
<span;>Lone gunman, twenty kids dead
<span;>It goes without saying that a point blank shot into the head of a six year old equals a closed casket funeral
<span;>But sometimes I wish they’d give these kids the Emmett Till treatment
<span;>Leave that shit open so those fuckers can see what they’ve done
<span;>Friday evening, Christmas breaks
<span;>Like hearts missing pieces that can’t be replaced