Is it really over, just like that?
What seems like eternity,
Is finally showing it's light
This can't honestly be right?
I spent three stressful years
Wishing it was over,
Wishing it was forever gone
Though I still feel drawn
As I ponder the years
Filled with worthless paper
And night long tears,
It feels so god dam surreal
I hate the place, that's not a lie
But what is, is saying it was all bad
Perhaps, hidden behind the hurt
Is someone secretly glad
In the end, the next years will be the same
Filled with the same emotional rage
Though if I got something to say
I'm happy I get to see, and finally leave those hallways
