We turn into the parking lot, music blaring

I feel like there's a hole in my chest

Crippling my soul at the seams, tearing

Want to forget, leave behind the rest

But I can't let go, my heart grips at these memories

Where are the familiar faces I've grown to love

Always there, reminding me

Those friends of mine, a chosen family

He parks in the open space, hoping for a smile

Something he hasn't seen in quite a while

At least not from her

Ever since her world became disturbed

You think you'll like it?

I smile, my true feelings hidden, a secret I can't admit

I miss my life.

As it was

Before.

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This is based on the ride to see my new school, more so when we pulled into the parking lot. I couldn't bear being somewhere other than my old school. The thought of it left a bad taste in my mouth. I will never think of OGMS as WCMS, but I regret not giving it a chance to begin with. But, back to what I started out saying, this is just about how I felt. (When I saw the school, I cried. For days.)

updated May 7 '10 by Anonymous