Every day I lay,
in bed in this cramped room.
When can I go out to play?
Once I emerge from this doom.
This program I call hell,
That's dominated my life four years now,
Well now time will tell,
Because in a week I will take a bow.
A bow for all those sleepless nights,
For all those chances stolen from me,
One for this never-ending fight,
I'll soon be free!
Success in the future...maybe,
But for now - screw you, IB
jml.
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