I'm a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans
And myself for making demands

When I'm home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head

I am god's gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah

There's too much green to feel blue

When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen"
"I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen"
"I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head

I probably won't have any new posts until the end of years are over and when the days are screaming liberation, unless some pile of dung sitting in class pushes me to my limit and... I don't know, this place is the next best alternative to killing him and sitting in a prison cell. So, hiatus! We are lucky compared to them triple science students because they've got an extra Biology, but since for us, every subject counts therefore,

SIYUN WILL PWN MATHS!