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The Yearbook
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Poetry Faces crossed out in the yearbook with black marker,
Names smeared with red ink,
I don't care who is the most popular,
I don't care who has the nicest car,
I just want to erase this year from memory.
I don't regret my burning words,
Only the ones that healed the wounds.
It's not my fault you can't deal with yourself.
And I'm sorry to say,
I just don't care anymore.
You got in too deep,
You wanted too much,
From a girl that didn't give enough.
And if love ever existed,
I never saw it.
So I'll sign your yearbook in red ink,
Wish you a good summer,
Maybe I'll see you next year.
Erase this year from my memory....
Goodbye.
