How do I say goodbye to a ghost Why does it continue to haunt me Even after you drifted away Sometimes I see it Floating with my stolen heart in its hands It passes through me Without a flicker or a ripple Like I'm not even here Even if I shut my eyes I can still see it It still torments me You said you would leave Why does the specter still remain Could it be that it's not yours Perhaps it's the phantom of who I was The last remains of myself, broken Ethereal being becoming undone For it's not my heart that burdens it It's looking for the previous owner It will pervade over my life Until it returns the heart To it's rightful owner Come back to me if only to receive it Cold, blue and dead It never was what I wanted But its what I am left with
gather round, as it is the season of stress: as it nears may and june and corners the wisps of summer that sting the air. the scent of freedom and flights, so close yet never close enough.
gather round, and watch as the silken spring leaves (or, the strands of your hair) turn inch by inch into summer screams of green (or, the jealously burning inside you-- when you see someone smarter see their right answer see their paper; green and ticked and better.)
gather round, for it is almost over.
and you have worked hard- you have (or, you have tried to) and often that is enough.
the season of stress will fade soon, but summer? summer will always come. summer sings in sun-kissed skin and lazy leaves and blithe birds and timely trees;
gather round, to hear summer's sound.
final exams are rough but we can be tougher. the worst is over.
I found a cure for head lice and nits, This'll really thrill you to bits, Pour coca-cola on infested heads, Happy hoppies shall soon be dead, But don't give the cola to your kids, They'll all get intestinal nits! To all the parents and teachers of kids, Happy hoppies cured, no more nits! Now didn't that thrill you to bits? A verse written by Navajo the Nit!