• Endless nights awake in my bed.
    Horrible situations going through my head.
    A need to make it last longer.
    A need to make whats left feel stronger.

    Scared by the thought of this.
    Of it being taken away like a breathless kiss.
    Making you want to just scream.
    When everythings tearing at the seam.

    Because I don't want to have to start off new.
    After all the months I've been through.
    I have to deal with this once more?
    To dread it like before?

    I hate to say it.
    It's not something I usually admit.
    I prefer feeling free and warm.
    With no constant public swarm.
    But it is drawing near.
    Growing are my levels of fear.
    But without it I'd be a fool...
    I don't like you school.