You learn who you aren’t through a time like this.
From the bright sides to betrayal while keepin’ your mind righteous.
Every crowded corner requires on-time attention.
And procrastinating pupils aren’t guaranteed the extension.
So peer on your peers, and hear with both ears.
‘Cause the ones in your business will make a career of your fears.
But don’t be scared of change, it’s all on paper, set in stone.
The only one’s treating the same are the ones left alone.
With the ungiven decision to decide friend or foe.
It provides a sharper vision of the light that ends the road.
Where your beauty isn’t covered by the pressure you were under.
It’s hard bein’ yourself when told to be another.
Just hold ‘em off till summer, and get back to feelin’ younger.
Where all the looks to look at are cleaner than Felix Unger.
Where all your deep sleeps aren’t interrupted by depression.
“Do I wanna go today?” Since when is that a question?
I’m curios as to who’s carryin’ the weapons.
And I never turn my back to bare the section knives will threaten.
Best believe they cut deep, and shred memories made in sleep.
Countin’ sheep, you dream more than they allow a week.
From magazines with luxurious lavish themes,
Young women are broken down, it’s no wonder they don’t have esteems.
And if they did, they weren’t expressed in my direction.
With the acception for the expressions that hinted future rejection.
It took four years to see the light, I can say it’s been an eyefull.
Real only recognizes real, and nothin’s faker than High School.