• stare I remember when I was a freshmen, and love struck me down.

    Cupids arrow shot me with in the heart and no one could bare to see us.

    I remember when , in freshmen year when all the fuss was about me, and that gosip, all that whisper...but now I can see...

    Skipping those classes to miss that annoying class
    put me at position in Cupids path.

    Woundering why I was there, he was confused, yet who cared
    I still have the bruise.

    3 years later, and still one more to go.
    Failing a year, makes it harder well, not no more...

    Cupid tried to find his way, around that funky place
    looking to find that special face.

    When one day, back in November
    he asked her out on aim.

    Now that their together Cupid looks happy
    but her grades have slipped a little

    Cupid picked up his arrow and hit her on the head
    "Pick up your grades b***h, or you'll soon be dead"     eek