I need to vent.
Summer.
Beaches, sunshine, flowers,
Sleeping in, vacationing,
Preparing for a long year of school?
Yeah, right.
Summer.
School work, studying,
Going places, doing stuff,
Always something else to
Do.
And you know what?
I’m sick of it.
I’m tired of always doing things for other people.
I’m tired of going nonstop.
Or, if I’m not,
Feeling guilty because I
Should be.
There are things I want to do too,
You know.
Write, draw, dream, learn Italian.
Be young, just because I can.
If I still can.
They say that this is the best time of my life
And all I can say is
Oh, God, I hope not.
Summer.
Beaches, sunshine, flowers,
Sleeping in, vacationing,
Preparing for a long year of school?
Yeah, right.
Summer.
School work, studying,
Going places, doing stuff,
Always something else to
Do.
And you know what?
I’m sick of it.
I’m tired of always doing things for other people.
I’m tired of going nonstop.
Or, if I’m not,
Feeling guilty because I
Should be.
There are things I want to do too,
You know.
Write, draw, dream, learn Italian.
Be young, just because I can.
If I still can.
They say that this is the best time of my life
And all I can say is
Oh, God, I hope not.