There you are again, doing additional maths and
Higher tier chemistry, playing team-A lacrosse and grade
Eight piano, reading classical literature and the
Daily Mail. Walking with a fancy gait and being
A snob even when eating, "oh disgrace, disgrace, did
Your mother not teach you how to cut peas?"
Always keeping your chin up, painting your skin with
Fortitude; and when they're gone, secretly swallowing
Tears of sour despair, trying to forget the fact that
Everyday exists for the sake of tomorrow and
Reality lies in the day after

T O M O R R O W