2nd verse

Take a trip to to my year as a freshmen

What appeared was a pest acting as zen

adhered me to the door because he was there

tour me a new one because I didn’t want him anywhere

Tried ignoring him but he was still breathing down my neck

I believed he was in storage but he was still in ear check

at this point the disease wouldn't evacuate

At this point Maybe defeat was too late

so I had to complete four years of pain

had to concede to remain sane

had to shut my mouth to stay out of Trouble But I was able to remain humble maybe if I didn’t have Autism

Maybe I whouldnt of been in a state of fascism

but by senior year I was able to leave

and I’ll never have to be in something I didn’t need