by Corey Conklin
Sitting here bein' myself, the kids behind me givin' me hell.
I sit so quietly my eyes start to bleed, I cant wait to die, so i
can be freed.
Memories of mine, the good and the bad, most of them I wish
i never had.
I cant wait to see what will happen next,
something that wont be written in text.
For the next four years I sit here and tear, as all of my friends
come to there fear.
Walking in heaven, telling my story.
Never feeling the same, not even the glory.
This is my life as it was, is, and will always be. Thats me
and my name is corey.