School

The walls are gray and bland and boring
As I wait for the kid next to me to stop snoring
I wonder about what it'd be like to not be here anymore
I can't help but look out the fogged up window and wonder about my life to be
Will I be married or have five children
Will I decide on what I want to do
What will it be like without the ones I've held so close
What will I do when the ones I've pushed away fall out of sight
I don't have the courage to say sorry
I don't have the guts to cry
So I'll just sit here waiting
waiting to say my final goodbye.