End Of School.

[Memories] Fill My Head,
All Blurred And Mixed Up.
I Feel Like I'm Dreaming,
But Time Is Almost Up.

Everyone Has Changed,
To The Point Of Disbelief.
A Little Honesty,
Is All I Ever Seek.

But I Watch The Days Burn Out,
Like A Cigarette.
Not Much More To Take,
Without Any Regret.

No More Getting Pretty,
In Hope He'll Notice Me.
I Guess He Only Looks,
But He'll Never Really See.

Soon I Wont Have To See
His Smug Face In The Hall.
Being Wrapped Around His Little Finger,
Makes Me Feel So Small.

Sick And Tired
Of Feeling Out Of Place,
Enchanted And Binded,
By That Perfect Face.

But i Guess They'll Never Learn,
What I'm Really About.
Just A Few More Drags,
And High School Is [Out.]