Graduation
• Written by jleitch3
(Chorus)
Finally in the final stretch,
done playing the bench,
its my thirst that I need to quench,
visualize this picture I'm trying to sketch.
A couple more weeks until I get that diploma,
No matter how hard I tried I couldn't avoid the drama,
said I was gone but would be back one day like a coma.
But my comeback is well overdue,
At first I had no idea what to do,
Not having a clue,
Of how many hoops they would make me jump through,
And when it came time to go back and join my crew,
who would've knew,
it was my future that you got to screw.
They said they weren't ready for me yet,
Thinking to the other students I'm such a threat,
Took my life away no safety net,
Now I'm in endless amount of debt,
They dont care about all the time and sweat,
As long as at the end of the week their family gets fed,
But those nights I sat up and wept,
Everyone saying I was misled,
Assuming I'll never get ahead,
But I never forget,
And I wish I could behead them all,
Or maybe play Russian roulette,
But even if I got shot I'd still be the suspect,
I just say the unsaid,
And to this day, there is still nothing that I regret.
(Chorus)
I could really use just one wish,
That I could relive what I reminisce,
And someday get myself out of this abyss.
Can't look back,
You have you're life "so intact",
Think that me succeeding is beyond abstract,
But let's see how you react,
When I come in with such an impact,
And my only worries are not to relapse.
Seems like I have a target on my back,
And everyone is out to get me;
When I wish everyone would just let me be,
With my tree;
My future is what I'm trying to foresee,
Learned to never be carefree,
I will never give up, that's what I can garuntee.
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jleitch3
Member since May 6 2015