Cigarette between my teeth, I watch everyone file into junior high from my perch atop the roof. Everything seems slower than usual, due to the type of drug I'd rolled up this time, and almost amusing. I keep my hood over my head, stomp my cigarette out, and jump down to head inside as the bell rings.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
My uniform on, I head to school and get to class late. My bow in my hair, I flash a small smile at the teacher and give her the fake pass I've had for a while. She nods and marks me on time.
I take a seat in the back and look at the ceiling, sighing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I purposefully get to class around ten minutes late and walk in like it's no big deal. Taking the spot in the very back, I kick my feet up on the desk and close my eyes.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I open my eyes and glance at the girl beside me, remembering the party later tonight. Stealing a piece of paper from the kid on the other side of me, I jot down a proposal to accompany me.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside