Sometimes I dream
When they tell me I can be anything I want to be
but something's you just can't be
like an apple or a tree
or someone else
someone else completly

At fourteen
I'm too young to drive
too old to go to tinker-town and
too young to be taken seriously
but I'm still free
I mean as free as you can be

Math, English and social studies
and a place I'm going to be
for the next four years
remind me that I'm
14

Memory it's a strange thing
It feels like It's been
forever
but yet just like
yesterday

The desks tell stories
of a boy written in lies
and a girl with nothing to write

Somethings just don't change
She flowers in rudeness and dies in love
Nothing has changed just the people and
The Game.

I know I'll miss it someday but for now I'll wish it.
All away.