Once On This Island has ended.
Papa Ge has been a really fun role n' stuff.
"It was made for you." Says the principal of my highschool.
Alright.
I know a lot of my cast won't ever read this, but you guys rock. Love you all. Can't wait for next years show.
Needing to finish this by friday.
Not a problem, you're lookin' at Mr.ReadPTandLFAbothrespectivelyinaday.
School's starting again.
Theater's dawning a sin.
(No it's not, I just needed a rhyme.)
This weekend should be made of awesome.
Just like you, and me, and all of us.
You were dead by the time that I had found you.
Your blood was spilled on the couch where we had first kissed.
So I carried you west to the sea so I could wash you.
Your body felt just like a back pack.
And I don't know what they did to your face.
And I don't like it.
You lived large till the day they finally caught you.
They cut out your tongue so you would not scream when you came to.
And you pissed blood and they chained you up when you turned blue.
Your body felt just like a t-shirt.
And I wanna build a tower to all they nicer things you could have been but I don't like it.
You were dead by the time that I had found you.
