It's like a penknife in your heart.

"A man of words and not of deeds,

It's like a garden full of weeds.

And when the weeds begin to grow,

It's like a garden full of snow.

And when the snow begins to fall,

It's like a bird upon the fall.

And when the bird away does fly,

It's like a eagle in the sky.

And when the sky begins to roar,

It's like a lion at the door.

And when the door begins to crack,

It's like a stick across you back.

And when your back begins to smart,

It's like a penknife in your heart.

And when your heart begins to bleed,

You're dead and dead and dead indeed."

True, isn't it? I can't say more than that.

P.s. Goodbye, Junior Year of High School. I really do hope it will be less drama next year. I'm way to sick of this bullshits, of evil so-called innocent girls, and fake (best)friends, of all the lying and hurting and back-stabbing and crying. Just.. grow the fuck up :).