Only until an app is ended
We all waste away, letters tick and tick down the page
All that’s been done is coming back in this age
Peel one leaf off of the four leaf clover, it’s mended
How many times can you remind me it’s my future?
I’ve worked hard, now off to the hearse
It’s almost in and I’m ready to burst
All I want are my friends, no more tutors
We stress and cry and then take a test
All in all I just want it to end
They tell me I’m good but not the best
Even still, I’m going to send
I won’t let it get to me like it does to the rest
Even when I don’t get in, I'll pretend