There were times when I worried about wasting time.
I felt the teacher slap my hand with a ruler.
I heard how to live my life.
There were times when the teacher told me to write my name on the chalkboard.
"But, I am an angel, teacher. I would never do something wrong,” I said.
"Well, Satan was an angel too, little girl,” teacher said.
There is a time when I hate the world.
I curse it with my tongue and kick the dirt beneath me.
There is a time when I color in the lines.
There is a time I fear being wrong.
"But, I just want to love you for who you are,” I sing.
"You can't trust everyone or you might fall,” they sing.
There will be a time when He returns.
He will smile at me and slap my wrist.
He will bring us together and tear us apart.
"I will attend church this Sunday," I promise.
"I may return on a Monday," he tempts.
I felt the teacher slap my hand with a ruler.
I heard how to live my life.
There were times when the teacher told me to write my name on the chalkboard.
"But, I am an angel, teacher. I would never do something wrong,” I said.
"Well, Satan was an angel too, little girl,” teacher said.
There is a time when I hate the world.
I curse it with my tongue and kick the dirt beneath me.
There is a time when I color in the lines.
There is a time I fear being wrong.
"But, I just want to love you for who you are,” I sing.
"You can't trust everyone or you might fall,” they sing.
There will be a time when He returns.
He will smile at me and slap my wrist.
He will bring us together and tear us apart.
"I will attend church this Sunday," I promise.
"I may return on a Monday," he tempts.
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