It wasn't an act, the way that you felt.
The tears in your eyes, the lump in your throat.
She tore you apart with the words that she said.
And all at once, they were stuck in your head.
The actions you took were all from the pain.
Even now those words resound in your brain.
But the Light at the end of the tunnel, you've found.
And now in it's freedom, you've become unbound.
So don't let the past invade your future.
You're no longer a student; you've become a teacher.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
It wasn't an act, the way that you felt.
The tears in your eyes, the lump in your throat.
She tore you apart with the words that she said.
And all at once, they were stuck in your head.
The actions you took were all from the pain.
Even now those words resound in your brain.
But the Light at the end of the tunnel, you've found.
And now in it's freedom, you've become unbound.
So don't let the past invade your future.
You're no longer a student; you've become a teacher.
