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This song is by Deathsemane.

So much for the clean sheet
This year has started
Just how last year ended
I had my fun, until
It was suddenly haulted
Now I'm back, to the same routine
And frankly I'm bored
Not depressed
Nor am I in angst
I'm just tired
Because I'm on report

Please keep track of my life
Judge me on my looks
Praise how I merge into the class
Like sugar dissolving into water
Criticise me
For being who I am
Being an individual
Because I am not a robot

It's just another thing to lose
Something to get in trouble for
And to be completely honest
I don't want to regulated

So take this piece of card
Shove it down your throat
And burn your faeces
And while you're at it
Burn yourself!