Song:
I would practice junior high,
practice living life
Wait patiently,
thinking it's going to be better in high school
That was a lie,
yet no one ever tells you the practice is so more fun
So pure,
so elite
How are we to know,
it gets so much worse
Who knew it takes a hundred steps,
for one change
Yet I feel my name calling me from somewhere,
somewhere not here
I'm told I'm going in the right direction,
but why do I feel like one mistake and I'm done
One last straw and I'm out,
breathe Aqsa breathe
Yet nothing is getting through to me,
why me?
