“Something old, something new”, they chant,
Again and again
Over and over
Pounding into my ears the ballad of the lovers
“No!” I shout, “It won’t be me”
I won’t let my life turn into such glee
Not when I’m so close,
Not when I can feel it’s heat at my fingertips
I’ve waited all my life for this chance
A chance to shine,
A world to call my own,
Built and created by me
Not my sister.
Not my brother.
Not handed down to me or given out of charity.
I accomplished this alone,
Me, myself, and I.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
“Something old, something new”, they chant,
Again and again
Over and over
Pounding into my ears the ballad of the lovers
“No!” I shout, “It won’t be me”
I won’t let my life turn into such glee
Not when I’m so close,
Not when I can feel it’s heat at my fingertips
I’ve waited all my life for this chance
A chance to shine,
A world to call my own,
Built and created by me
Not my sister.
Not my brother.
Not handed down to me or given out of charity.
I accomplished this alone,
Me, myself, and I.
