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Don't think I don't remember.
Can't believe this time's flown by.
I thought that you would never grow,
Cause then me neither would get old.
Every image flies me by.
I struggle just to watch.
Do I get credit that I try?
Or will I stop and halt?
Don't think I don't remember.
I still taste the time flown by.
In a hundred years we'll all be old,
but you can never tell,
so who knows?
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Now I really feel old. Looking at all these happy "kids" graduating from school, it's like I'm reliving the past year of my life, and I can hardly believe how much has happened. The first half of it was the best time of my life. A summer of parties, friendship, and putting my salary into something else than food and phone bills. I graduated school a whole year ago, and my life now aint comparable to what it was then. But those were the glory days, we enjoyed our last summer in freedom before responsibility started, before we were finally grown-ups. Finally on our own... what we had longed for so eagerly.
Weird though that I don't feel grown up, same time as I feel like an old hag. Mum says my new look is because I don't wanna face the fact that I'm becoming an adult. Clearly, she aint in to piercings and black hair. Well, I think it suits me. And it's how I feel like I wanna look for the moment. I think some of it may have something to do with me meeting Nikkie, you know, starting to like a different kind of music in comparison to what I used to like. With the music came the lifestyle. You just observe and accept, Watson, I do the thinking!
Anyway... the second half of the year was a total mess. And I don't think I've ever been so messed up. I wanna know what's happened to me. I wanna have the old me back.
Somehow... somewhere in my gut... there's a good feeling. That maybe, this summer will be as good as the last one! And why shouldn't it? Is it wrong to look forward to a long, sunny summer along with your friends? I don't think so. Quitting the pills might also help me out...
Yeah well, bye bye and good luck. I'll probably tune in tomorrow and complain about my left-over essay.
Over and OUT!