No Such Thing

Welcome to the real world, she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat, take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding up my sleeve

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above

So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits and maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies

words I really love for awhile now
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eye contacts can be scary at times.especially when fuzzy and warmth is not the only description to it.especially when you sense protection but yet you are afraid that you were mistaken.that everything said was misintepreted.that you may just be led on again.that it may once again become a shattered part of your memories.but yet cannot be swept away

so I keep myself safe in the comfort of my friends.I know I am blessed with great friends when they agree to study with you though their semester technically starts next week. and when I don't have to find any excuse for being late because I know they'll wait. and when S walks up mt. Sopheeeyerr and roll down the hill just to get us awesome panna cotta.i rather count my blessings and be happily married