The Rumors are True:
I am through with you.
I am changing courses, trading place
With another class to save face.
My grades weren't the best
And I didn't feel blessed
To endure endless quizzes.
So I'll give the rest my best wishes.
I'll take a different class.
I'll do better than pass.
Forget all the stress,
And work on the rest.
This has nothing to do with the teacher.
My friends: I'll hate to leave her and her.
This truly is for the best:
I'll get the depression off my chest.
I'll still be fine.
I'll always keep my skill to rhyme.
Goodbye, and be well, IB History:
You just weren't meant for me.