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The AP system kills love
I don't care about you
All i want is perfect grades
To be better than the few
I want to rise to the top
That is my drug
The ecstacy of that 4.0
Feels better than any hug
You think I was born this way?
No, I was made
Freshman year. the day we got class ranks
That memory that will never fade
They don't care
Unless you're at the top
Those hungry piranhas or students would love to
bite you and watch you drop
So, no I don't blame you for this addiction
The elitism, the corruption of teens
But i ask that you end it
Before you graduate another 500 machines