Highschool
There's this teacher who says,
She sees the future in people eyes,
And when she looked at me, she said,
She didn't see a bright one in mine.
And this girl, she's smart and funny,
But she's only kind of nice,
Highschool's a bloody nightmare,
But I like to think I'll pass by,
I have no idea what I'm doing,
But hey, at least I try,
And there's a girl, let's call her holly,
She is less than half my size,
Thinks she's oh so funny,
I think she laughs when she lies,
And I miss doing things that I like,
And I don't really like to fight,
And I think far too seriously,
Of things that others take far too light,
And I loved looking at the stars,
But I was told that wouldn't get me far,
So now I spend clear nights copped up,
In my house of broken hearts,
And I don't think I believe them,
When they say these days are what they miss,
Because that makes me think it doesn't get better,
And it's just the way life is.
And I live through my worst nightmares,
Think I'll fail every class,
And I think my fears are based in logic,
How I hate it when they laugh.
And they're a thousand topics,
That I do not have the heart to ask,
And I don't think I ever see my teachers crack a smile,
And I figure that means it doesn't get better at all,
I force myself to go on,
But I've seen better people fall,
And I don't think my fear is unfounded,
So I just miss the way I used to laugh,
And the way the world was bright,
Now it looks like a modern coffee shop,
Full of posh old men and women,
Who would rather play a part
© Aubrin
She sees the future in people eyes,
And when she looked at me, she said,
She didn't see a bright one in mine.
And this girl, she's smart and funny,
But she's only kind of nice,
Highschool's a bloody nightmare,
But I like to think I'll pass by,
I have no idea what I'm doing,
But hey, at least I try,
And there's a girl, let's call her holly,
She is less than half my size,
Thinks she's oh so funny,
I think she laughs when she lies,
And I miss doing things that I like,
And I don't really like to fight,
And I think far too seriously,
Of things that others take far too light,
And I loved looking at the stars,
But I was told that wouldn't get me far,
So now I spend clear nights copped up,
In my house of broken hearts,
And I don't think I believe them,
When they say these days are what they miss,
Because that makes me think it doesn't get better,
And it's just the way life is.
And I live through my worst nightmares,
Think I'll fail every class,
And I think my fears are based in logic,
How I hate it when they laugh.
And they're a thousand topics,
That I do not have the heart to ask,
And I don't think I ever see my teachers crack a smile,
And I figure that means it doesn't get better at all,
I force myself to go on,
But I've seen better people fall,
And I don't think my fear is unfounded,
So I just miss the way I used to laugh,
And the way the world was bright,
Now it looks like a modern coffee shop,
Full of posh old men and women,
Who would rather play a part
© Aubrin