Its finals time once again
The students heads are full of information...

That pillow that was under my arm every night,
while I slept, was practice...

Inside my arms is where you fit.
Your body lay close to mine...

In, out, in, out
My chest rises and falls with each breath...

What are you afraid of.
Is it that you don't love him...

Sitting up late at night
The computers light is all I have...