Theory of life
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May, she will stay
Resting in my arms again
June, she'll change her tune
In restless walks she'll prowl the night
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight
August, die she must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old
I am no longer going to care.
I will wake up, go to school, do homework, go home, eat, shower, sleep. Let's see how long it will take people to realize I'm wearing the same outfit every day, the same bored expression, and giving off the same deadpan attitude.