Ready for a new life A whole school Of three hundred smiles Hopefully, the autumn breeze Will take me where I need to be My blacked out eyes Will yours meet mine On the very first day Or will the current Rip me away
I want to be grounded I need to be strong But something's eating Up my insides Telling me I've been gone For far too long I can't make up For the wasted days Rotting away Behind reinforced glass Wishing that today Might be my last
Three weeks left. Oh boy. I hope things go better this time.