The memories, the dreams
Spinning rings
silver and gold
those flashy things
I'd remember when old
gowns and caps
the attire of the achiever
I survived the traps
and the grand deceiver
graduation
prom
the grand tradition
even my mom..
I am the first
of my line
to give up on thirst
and mock the divine.
I am a dropout
I chose the hard way
to live without
what those papers say.
Reality**
I live my life with a knife in my chest
bleeding my heart out you all know the rest
I hurt my beloved by not being there
even if I really did care.
I tried my hardest, it wasn't enough
I did my best to be tough
I can't give you 200% of a whole
even if it were my only goal
after all, you trained me as a robot
just like everyone else, all forgot
who I was, the second I left
I've tossed and turned and wept.
The memories, the dreams
torn away from me
ripped apart at the seams
and tossed to the sea.
Today was prom night
and I stayed home again
no shining light
never again...