Most of them go off to college That their parentes will pay for They'll live in dorms That their parents pay for And they'll live off fast food Paying with the check mommy sent yesterday They'll come home with their little degrees Putting me down because maybe I will still be here Maybe I won't be I didn't need to walk into life with a map And take away all things enjoyable I haven't been my best I'm being given the chance to finally start over So maybe you'll grow Maybe you won't I have today and that's all I need
Reason for writing:
Live for yourself. Don't try to impress anybody except yourself. Do what YOU want to do.
Birth sign: Libra
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