Almost.
I remember, when I was younger. They should have held me back, they could have. But because of a lie, my ultimate sin, I passed the sixth grade.
I knew my teacher knew, she didn't stop me; why!? Mrs. M passed away though, and tonight I remember. Reading for real this time; all those accumulated pages. Over 4000, was it? There. My calling, a goal, my promise. My head held high, I will enter hell as I pass with arms as wide as my unburdaned smile.
For you, for everyone I've shamed and let down; I want them to smile at my name, my memory. And I love you, my treasures.
I remember, when I was younger. They should have held me back, they could have. But because of a lie, my ultimate sin, I passed the sixth grade.
I knew my teacher knew, she didn't stop me; why!? Mrs. M passed away though, and tonight I remember. Reading for real this time; all those accumulated pages. Over 4000, was it? There. My calling, a goal, my promise. My head held high, I will enter hell as I pass with arms as wide as my unburdaned smile.
For you, for everyone I've shamed and let down; I want them to smile at my name, my memory. And I love you, my treasures.
