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?