It's almost one, and these thoughts won't go.
The shadows dance along the walls.
The fan shakes, it goes so fast.
It's dark outside, what happens next?
Talking to the boy I like,
Makes me feel so special.
Our time is short, it's dwindling down faster.
3 more months, then I'm gone.
I fell to fast and fell to hard.
Whatever happened to faking it till I made it?
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
It's almost one, and these thoughts won't go.
The shadows dance along the walls.
The fan shakes, it goes so fast.
It's dark outside, what happens next?
Talking to the boy I like,
Makes me feel so special.
Our time is short, it's dwindling down faster.
3 more months, then I'm gone.
I fell to fast and fell to hard.
Whatever happened to faking it till I made it?
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