My youth is slipping away...

[raab_herself]

Not quite sure what to do,
each passing year
The workload grows
I’m always wishing, I’m always wishing too late
For things to come my way
It always ends up the same
Count your blessings
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I’m left with is noise
Count your blessings on one hand
So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight
There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life
Semester 3, I hate you.