omg XDD
This is Chris and me at 1 in the morning plotting against the otaku. XD {click 8D)
9 months of torture. stress. frustration.
All gone within that last ringing of the bell.
The best 2 months of my life, friends.
Now all coming to an end.
It went from a sweet reunion
to a goodbye that came too soon.
From donning the black mask
to a school called Cromartie High.
Trips to Tumon, iced tea refills.
Percussion Freaks with chopsticks.
Late night convos with the best friends of my life.
It was a lovely time.
And you can think again if I'm just THROWING IT AWAY.
Life doesn't end until that sad, pitiful day comes.
So you can put down that review book
and stop stuffing your bag with school supplies
and come dance with me to the White Stripes at 2 in the morning
because SUMMER DOESN'T END YET.
It's a lost cause,
but I had the time of my life,
and I will NOT back down.
I will rock to the very last moment,
until the sixth hour of that grim Monday, August the 8th
when reality hits and all is lost.
And when it does,
So with a bleak farewell
and a faint goodbye,
I will sing,
and scream with a lost voice.
9 months of torture. stress. frustration.
All gone within that last ringing of the bell.
The best 2 months of my life, friends.
Now all coming to an end.
It went from a sweet reunion
to a goodbye that came too soon.
From donning the black mask
to a school called Cromartie High.
Trips to Tumon, iced tea refills.
Percussion Freaks with chopsticks.
Late night convos with the best friends of my life.
It was a lovely time.
And you can think again if I'm just THROWING IT AWAY.
Life doesn't end until that sad, pitiful day comes.
So you can put down that review book
and stop stuffing your bag with school supplies
and come dance with me to the White Stripes at 2 in the morning
because SUMMER DOESN'T END YET.
It's a lost cause,
but I had the time of my life,
and I will NOT back down.
I will rock to the very last moment,
until the sixth hour of that grim Monday, August the 8th
when reality hits and all is lost.
And when it does,
So with a bleak farewell
and a faint goodbye,
I will sing,
and scream with a lost voice.