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The phone rings, new message
Another bad one, what a surprise
I look at the bulletin and think
The hell with me, how sad

Águeda crying in front of the doorway
Eight failing grades, a personal record
Mate, language, history and biology
It seems I studied in fantasy mode

My mother looks at me as if I've committed a crime
My father shouts and never finishes his speech
I was scolded so much I lost count
It seemed like an oral trial with a direct sentence

And to top it all off, today was Xiana's birthday
Ready clothes, a gift, and enthusiasm
But no, total punishment
For being a professional academic idiot

Eight failing grades and zero forgiveness
I stay at home staring at the ceiling and the clock
Xiana blows out candles and I'm in my room
Thinking that life is a heartless idiot

Eight failures, monumental ortho
Because I didn't study, I'm screwed now, great
Everyone's partying and I'm grounded
Thanks newsletter, you're a piece of shit

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And then they tell me: It's your responsibility
Yes, thank you, I hadn't noticed
As if I didn't know I screwed up
There's no need to repeat it again

My parents keep going, they never stop
Motivational talk, shouting version
And to top it all off, a final gift
Christmas spent locked up, unable to go out or breathe

It's not that I hate studying
I hate it when it goes wrong
I hate exams
I hate stress
I hate that a number decides who I am afterward

Christmas holidays, great plan
Me, my room
And think about everything I did wrong

Eight failing grades and zero forgiveness
I stay home embracing resentment
Xiana celebrating as if nothing had happened
And I was counting absences and failed subjects

Eight failing grades, what a disaster
I am the queen of I could have done better
I'm stupid, I'm stupid too
But it still hurts to be left without a plan

Eight failing grades and this punishment
I learned my lesson
Believe
More or less, I mean
The next study, I swear to God
But today, let me hate everything from my mattress

Eight failing grades, amen
Christmas indoors, great too
I didn't go to the birthday party, I don't know
See you again in January

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