Shooting star across the sky Oh my God, we’re gonna die I never want to walk around There’s a chance I might fall down Live a life of melodrama Stay inside and call your mama If that girl won’t go out with me I’ll live a life of misery If I’m not getting perfects marks I’ll be sleeping in the park When every hill’s a mountaintop The agony will never stop I got a pain inside my head Pretty soon I will be dead Every surface must be scoured I boil my food for several hours Breathe and think and slow your hurry You don’t need to feed your worry by Richard W. Bray
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