it seems so far,

graduation,

walking down in a black tight dress,

one by one,

suits and ties,

flowing dresses and shining tiaras.

we're called up one by one by our full names,

i once knew a girl,

she was sweet and open to everyone about everything,

i was good friends with this girl,

say i knew her more than her parents did,

she had short auburn hair and pretty blue eyes,

its funny,

funny how you tell me to stay silent when all you do is speak.

i cry sometimes,

i cry sometimes to sleep,

because all i can think about is you.

and i'm not a big fan of you.