I’d always wanted to go to College,
In another life I did.

I spent my time rotting with my brothers,
Four people bound by a schedule,
Held by a cradle of sheet music and dirt.

We’d dance to the music we lived for,
Sing of the people we dreamed of being,
Wrapped in smoke and promises of gold.

Our goals began to change,
A collage of broken people,
Forced together by Pain and Noise.

You left years ago,
The four musketeers in the wind,
Devoid of anything but hope.

Now I'm alone again,
Rotting in my room
I’d always wanted to go to College,
And maybe once I did.