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I refresh your Facebook, analyse all your wall-posts
Why'd you leave a smiley-face on that one dude's page, or whatever you call those?
The fact that you flirt with that dirty rat that you work with...
I feel a love-boat sinking; I'm try'n'a bring it back to the surface
Why d'you keep pictures of your ex around?
You think he's better than me? Well, why're you letting me drown
In my own imagination that I face when I'm alone?
I'm'a wait until you sleep, and then I'm goin' through your phone
'Cause I don't believe you when you tell me, "He's only a friend,"
I'm not possessive; I'm depressed- you let me feel lonely again,
So I'm sittin' in my bedroom,
Checkin' your Facebook,
Checkin' your Facebook,
TEXT ME BACK!!
I'm switching up my style like the Beatles with my pieces
Each is such a wonder, with a plethora of features
You're pathetically predictable,
You think your new work might include a trisyllabic metre
And some ghetto Muppet creatures?
The Bard is in the building!
It's a castle! I'm a boss!
I bet on Parliament, I'm positive, I'm killing it,
I'm iller than the plague!
I never caught a cholera
A-baller-baller on some cricket bowler business
While you're sitting in the bleachers.
So come and face me now...
Here, on the stage, tonight...
Let's leave the past behind us...
Eye for an eye, why tear each other apart?
Please tell me why, why do we make it so hard?
Look at us now, we've only got ourselves to blame
It's such a shame...
And tell me:
How many times can we win and lose?
How many times can we break the rules?
Between us:
Only teardrops!
How many times do we have to fight?
How many times did we get it right?
Between us:
Only teardrops!
The sky is red tonight...
We're on the edge tonight...
No shooting star to guide us...
Eye for an eye, why tear each other apart?
Please tell me why, why do we make it so hard?
Look at us now; we've only got ourselves to blame
It's such a shame...
Then there's nothing I can do to even sound interested. However, the slash-- nay, what posting soever-- is not a bargaining chip to try to bribe me into being interested.
Eeyup. Fortunately, we get to pick the general subject area of the six essays. I chose the environment, because that's not too taxing. So far, I've written one on recycling and global pollution; I planned out five other essay titles, so now I have tourism, climate-change, travel and transport, animals in danger of extinction and foreign affairs to choose from.
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