school was the only thing
i had ever been good at

i was too clumsy for sports
tripping over my own feet
now i'm tripping over numbers

i could never sing like an angel
voice always cracking missing notes
now i'm cracking under pressure missing the meaning

i couldn't be coordinated enough to dance
always skipping to the wrong beat
now i'm skipping problems i can't beat

school was the only thing
i had ever been good at
and now i'm watching my scores slip
through limp fingers
as my will to keep trying
drops with my grades

s.s

every birthday
                             its the same
                                                     everyone says
                                                                                 "you're getting older'
or maybe even
                              a "happy birthday"
                                                                 but for me its
                                                                                             not.
alone.
           in the bathroom
                                          stalls
                                                      crying to make
                                                                                    the pain go
                                                                                                             away.
but in the end its always the same.
                                                                  i turn older
and i runaway from my problems
                                                                just like my
                                                                                         birthdays

We went we saw.
We fought we died.
Some came home.
But changed for life.
From beating hearts within our chest.
And terrors that haunt us to our death.
Were broke were beaten.
Bullied and scared.
We stand together.
From lands afar.
My cover hits the ground my boots in the sand.
A brand new day in a brand new land.