Second Semester in School
I was in my third year of college.
I never knew where I stood.
Since the first day of classes
This is how I'll remember it.
The things that happened
But I won't regret it.
About what I should've said
What's done is done.
I was just an innocent
Washed my sins and changed my mind.
I've forgotten who I am.
It's a kind of delusion.
Unacceptable, unexplainable dealing with mixed emotions
The sun goes down at five p.m. and shines brighter, like it says that
It would be alright.
What's done is done.
I was just an innocent
Tolerating the pain and changing their minds
Lost in this reality of life
That late January, I won't forget
That was the last time.
