False alarm, it wasn’t the end,
Seems we meet each other again,
Heave relief, it isn’t so bad,
Another year will wait around ahead
Another year is just a blur
Can’t figure out what I’m after
More hours in my hands than I need,
But I’m slowly releasing the grip.
Inertia tosses me
As time accelerates
I’d regain my poise in a minute
Except I never did
These are our good old days
Moments we’ll wish to retrieve
But I’ll finally see it years too late
In our hazy sight, tomorrow waits,
And our footprints left behind will fade.
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u should have sang the high school never ends for the dinner. haha
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