She's writing at the wooden desk
Filling the page with her words
Pouring her heart out into the delicate crease
She writes about her love
That flowed from first sight
She writes of her sorrow
Her pain, the confusion
That never lingers far from her
After she met him
She writes of how she wants answers
To the numerous questions she has
She writes of her plea
To get what she thinks she deserves
She finishes writing
And seals it with a kiss
She walks towards the classroom door
Ready to deliver what she has penned
Without any thought of tomorrow
Without any thought
Of what might happen
Only thinking of the joy
She feels is not far away
I want to stop her
I want to pull her away from that cursed door
Make her sit down
And listen to my words
I want to tell her
That she has it all wrong
That she's making a big mistake
That he isn't the guy she thinks he is
I want to show her
What she will have to face next year
I want to make her feel the anguish
That will come only hours later
But I can do nothing but watch
That naive little girl
That I once lived in
The body I once possessed
But have now left behind forever
So I say
"Do your worst"
"Send your letter"
"Dream those dreams"
"That will never come true"
I have what it takes
To deal with what comes with it