She graduates in a year,
She’s trying to jam everything into one semester,
Just to walk early.
Even though she won’t be able to walk across that stage if she does this,
But right now.. She doesn’t care.
She’s spacing out in her classes,
Not even doing her homework just yet.
There’s something going on in her head,
And she won’t tell anyone or write it down.
So, she buries her eyes within one of those textbooks,
And does strictly notes, nothing else.
It’s only the beginning of the second half of the year,
And she’s almost into the failing zone.
ACT’s are this year,
Since obviously she’s a junior.
She wishes she didn’t fuck up so much earlier in life,
Because then she wouldn’t still be in this school.
Then she remembers that karma’s a bitch,
But sometimes it’s good because if she wasn’t such a fuck up,
She wouldn’t have met who she became to like so much.
She wouldn’t have the friends that she does now,
And she wouldn’t be so strong.
She’s falling apart just thinking about what she’s going to do next year or the rest of her life.
She’s got a career in mind,
And she’ll do anything to get there, to succeed.
She hopes that she’s accepted into colleges in the future,
And that she catches onto the information that is required.
Hopefully she can have the career of her choice,
But she’s got a back up, just in case.
She has to go to a junior college then transfer,
Because she wants to know everything that there is possible to remember.
She’s crashing in her mind.
You want to know what she’s thinking about?
Well, now you’ve heard.
She’s frustrated with herself and her future plans.
Her mind’s set straight on that job,
But her eyes are following the footsteps of the past.
She doesn’t know what she’s going to do.
Her eyes are telling of sadness,
But her mind is telling of so much more.
It’s like her life is flashing through her eyes,
She doesn’t think of the past anymore..
Just that she’s afraid of what is to become of the future.
She’s afraid.
