Second year at a new school
I should be accustomed to it
But the fact is, most of them are strangers.
Second year should mean a second chance
But her friendship ring is leaving its mark on my hand
And my young years are drifting away at the sand
It's high tide...
To resurrect my mind into this new time
But new is different and different is unknown
And the unknown is scary.
I don't know how to think beyond
Those who are now distant characters in my storyline.
I'm hesitating..
Because new is different and thus unknown..
And I'm not sure if I can trust what I don't know.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
Second year at a new school
I should be accustomed to it
But the fact is, most of them are strangers.
Second year should mean a second chance
But her friendship ring is leaving its mark on my hand
And my young years are drifting away at the sand
It's high tide...
To resurrect my mind into this new time
But new is different and different is unknown
And the unknown is scary.
I don't know how to think beyond
Those who are now distant characters in my storyline.
I'm hesitating..
Because new is different and thus unknown..
And I'm not sure if I can trust what I don't know.
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