Okay so I figured, I'm always writing in rhymes and writing... well depressing shit to say the least so i'mma try something uplifting.
Finals coming summer's here! time where we all disappear
Our fantasies our own designs the stars and moon controlled with our minds
Nope sorry guys can't do it. It's bout to get dark from here sorry it's not you it's my anna blue/ damien dawn- like personality.
Tequila shots it's open bar our friends forget just who we are
in those two months we start to change got different hair go by different names
It's just a fact we cannot hide we try to stay but we're already tired
No one likes change It's a scary thing when all we have is what's on us to bring
New jobs New starts the bowl becomes tart New broken hearts
Then we get back a nostalgic scene but were not the same as we were last spring
Seniors gone best friends torn a little thing since we've been born
Those of us who move have this constant hurt as when we leave the wound gets worse
I think I've moved about 7 times each to new places I thought divine
You don't always miss the place you just get this feeling when you leave an area you leave part of you reeling
You're afraid of the fact that you may lose the person you've become despite all bumps and bruises
Eventually though we hopefully move on though a significant part of us has been torn and is gone.