The sun is shining,
It's a warm day,
The air is filled with emotion:
It's the last day of school.

Some are wishing goodbye,
Some are on their way home already;
Some are crying and hugging their favorite people,
Some are happy about not seeing those familiar faces again;
Some are taking pictures and selfies,
Some are content enough with their memories.

It's an unreal experience:
This day that felt so far away,
Is suddenly here;
This day i was so desperately longing for,
Is suddenly here;
This day that felt so big yet so insignificant,
Is suddenly here;
This day that felt like an empty promise,
Is suddenly here.

Do I like it?
The suddenness of this day,
The way we get thrown in the unknown,
The unreality of it all,
The way we feel so old and weary,
The loss of what we knew,
The way we feel like we are so new to this world,
I ask myself, do I like it?

A part of me is celebrating,
Because it's a happy day:
No more stress and nerves;
More time to ourselves and our loved ones;
Vacations are the only things on our minds;
No more despised people and situations.

But a part of me is melancholic already,
Because it's a sad day:
Will i get to see my classmates again?
Will i see my friends as much as i did at school?
Will i be remembered by my favorite teachers?
Will someone feel my absence?

A part of me wishes i could go back:
To live the memories again,
To cherish some people more,
To do better,
To fix the mistakes,
To be the perfect memory in everyone's mind.

But a part of me wants to move on,
And make new memories,
And cherish who actually matters,
And grow from where i am now,
And learn from the mistakes,
And be who this life and year made me today.

Everything comes to an end,
Even if it feels so far and impossible.
Everything comes to an end,
Even when we promise it won't.
Everything comes to an end,
Even if you don't like it.
Everything comes to an end,
And i think I've learned the lesson now.

I've lived so much,
And yet my life just started.

One day, i am going to grow wings,
And leave this place behind and never look back.
One day, i am going to grow wings,
And live as myself forever.
One day, I am going to grow wings,
And be the person I needed then.
One day, I am going to grow wings,
And not be scared of the height.
One day, i am going to grow wings,
And be free.

My wings will be big,
To support the weight of my grief.
My wings will be large,
To have the stability i never had.
My wings will be clean,
To remind me of the dirt in my soul.
My wings will be strong,
To fly high and fast from the depths of myself.
My wings will be light,
To make me feel like i never even had them in the first place.

In a fantasy world,
My soul is pure.
In a fantasy world,
My heart isn't hurting when left alone.
In a fantasy world,
My mind isn't my enemy.
In a fantasy world,
My existence isn't something to fight for.
In a fantasy world,
I will grow wings.

She was a pretty little mess,
One two many drinks,
A silly teenage fool,
One that doesn't think.

They all called her a *****,
She wore a very short black dress
They said: "***** little ****!"
She thought: "but am I pretty yet?"

She danced against the wall
Until she caught an eye
She stumbled to the settee
Sat down on someones knee

They didn't talk for long,
No, they didn't speak at all;
Only breaths and gasps and whispers
The sound of a mistake

Of course, she had planned this all
And hoped that he might call
She blamed it on the drink
She said she didn't think

This happened many times,
Each night a new regret
And every morning she wondered
"Am I pretty yet?"