Lyrics
First period, first day, 2nd floor, 3rd door down, I'm ready now, to get this year over with. No music, just a dirty blue hoodie and a messenger bag full of useless shit.
Expressing readiness to start a new academic year, with a sense of detachment and a burden of useless belongings.
Destructive tendencies, they run deep through me.
Acknowledging a tendency towards destructive behavior ingrained within the individual.
Someone told me life's what you make it. I guess I'm just making it anxious, and it's too late for me to shake it cause now I'm right here. But I feel like this year will be different, like maybe somehow I'll make a difference and maybe someone somewhere will listen. For now, I'm right here.
Reflecting on a pessimistic outlook on life, feeling anxious and doubtful about making a positive impact, but hoping for a change.
It's always been up to me.
Emphasizing personal responsibility for one's life and choices.
Fuck, I forgot my combination. 16-18-14? No. Fuck! I forgot my combination. 27-35.
Frustration and anxiety about forgetting a combination, highlighting a struggle with memory or focus.
Everything gets forgotten or I lose it or I'm late. It's like something's disconnected somewhere deep inside my little pink brain. Maybe it's just dark blue, maybe it's not there at all. Wait, I think my phone died. I think my zipper's down. I think I'm gonna cry. I think a lot if you couldn't tell, but don't tell anyone.
Describing a pattern of forgetfulness, lateness, and a sense of disconnection within the individual's mind, with a touch of humor.
The Counselor told me life is what you make it, I guess I'm just making it anxious, and it's too late for me to break it cause I know I'm right here. But I feel like this year will be different, like maybe somehow I'll make a difference, and maybe someone somewhere will listen. For now, I'm right here.
Reiterating the counselor's advice about life while expressing a sense of resignation and anxiety about the present.
Running in circles leaves me out of breath. All I want is a break from the stress. This shit isn't new to me, I'm used to the scenery and I'm all out of breath.
Feeling overwhelmed and exhausted, seeking relief from stress and expressing familiarity with challenging circumstances.
This year I don't wanna play dead. The best way out is through, I wanna make it end. Fuck Temple. Fuck Drexel. Give me my paper so I can walk out those doors. I don't care about a major.
Rejecting the idea of playing dead (being passive) this year, expressing a desire to overcome challenges and move forward, with frustration towards Temple University and Drexel.
Who cares about a major? I don't give a fuck about a major! I made it this far, I just have one more year then
Disregarding the importance of a major, emphasizing the nearing completion of the academic journey with one more year to go.
Everything will be fine. The underdog always finds a way.
Expressing optimism that everything will be fine eventually, referencing the underdog's ability to find a way despite challenges.
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