A new plate A blank slate A new chance Make this great Too good to be true I can't see through People like me People LIKE me! So why do I feel This isn't reality?
A group of people I fit in Similar interests Yet none of the interest Me I'm not meant for love Do I even know how to love These ideas I shove Out of my mind Leave them behind
With homecoming Enclosing I feel lonely Should I go? Lately I can't seem To understand me
So I'm left with a blank slate At which I anticipate That this year may be great Or I will be late To love