Pah..
She used to be a student.
Then her inspiration left her.
Left her with her index cards and a broken sense of learning.
You were the best I'll ever have.
Promises of parties and outings that'll never materialize.
A gray semester is all she'll remember.
All she can do is cry and go down with everyone left behind that knows what she knows.
Survive with the bare minimum emotion.
The Chemistry was there, but it'll never be the same.
Aspirations of Physics were fast approaching.
Her dreams were shot down, and those who'd already been there didn't care.
We are the lost limbo children of the Woods.
We can run after them, knowing it'll never be what it was, what it could've been.
But that would just be avoiding the destruction of our lives.
"Chem is Try". I tried. I learned what was to come. I crashed.
There is one person who knows what I'm talking about. One.
Growing up too slow. Cheap lab equipment.
What was it exactly that was holding you here?
Was it who was left? Were they more important than us?
What about those that'll come after us, never knowing you?
Are they the lucky ones? Or are we?
Memories are already starting to fade.
You won't have to see the empty rooms you left behind.
How do you expect me to do this?
Salty-sweet tears.
She had dreams of College.
She's not even sure about High School anymore.
Our last link is in Calculus.
What ignorance will take your place?
Hell is fast approaching.
Then her inspiration left her.
Left her with her index cards and a broken sense of learning.
You were the best I'll ever have.
Promises of parties and outings that'll never materialize.
A gray semester is all she'll remember.
All she can do is cry and go down with everyone left behind that knows what she knows.
Survive with the bare minimum emotion.
The Chemistry was there, but it'll never be the same.
Aspirations of Physics were fast approaching.
Her dreams were shot down, and those who'd already been there didn't care.
We are the lost limbo children of the Woods.
We can run after them, knowing it'll never be what it was, what it could've been.
But that would just be avoiding the destruction of our lives.
"Chem is Try". I tried. I learned what was to come. I crashed.
There is one person who knows what I'm talking about. One.
Growing up too slow. Cheap lab equipment.
What was it exactly that was holding you here?
Was it who was left? Were they more important than us?
What about those that'll come after us, never knowing you?
Are they the lucky ones? Or are we?
Memories are already starting to fade.
You won't have to see the empty rooms you left behind.
How do you expect me to do this?
Salty-sweet tears.
She had dreams of College.
She's not even sure about High School anymore.
Our last link is in Calculus.
What ignorance will take your place?
Hell is fast approaching.