onedanother summer
rolls by, and i cant help but
feel pain. all those familiar faces, come back
to haunt me again. wether i hated t
heir guts,
or hardly knew them at all, i always felt far
away, beside the
m there in the halls. my
yearbook keeps me informed, my yearbook keeps
me in line
, its an obituary, gives me a
concept of time. weve graduated and grow
from a real world once our won, yet we
have prove
n them wrong by dropping
off all alo
ng.