What a day to look outside my window,
and see everyone is gone...
Soon to be nineteen,
What a day to talk about a day,
nothing is done. . .
Lucky, I'm even going to this college you
signed me up for.
And this is my day,
I don't recognize those whom I recognized yesterday,
does that make your day any better?
What a day to talk about fun,
fun doesn't describe the act of biding in a point,
fun doesn't describe the attritioning of your friends,
or the act of being detained...
So Don't ask me how my day went,
because I am ashamed.
