Going to college, that's all her lifes been for.
Grades equal scholarships, sholarships equal money, she's knocked on everyone's door.
But won't she be in for a surprise,
when she finds theres more problems in life,
than reaching a college campus door.
Still won't listen, she says her minds made up.
She says thats been her goal, and nothing else will ever be enough.
Please don't chastise with your lies,
your uncertain and theres no reply,
finding a path is really not gonna be enough.
Double headed demons, she doesn't notice their presence.
They've promised prosperity, but in turn their smoking her essence.
She's beautiful, but she's become a ghoul,
so caught up in the journey for a good school,
though now she has no essence.
I try to explain, though she keeps shrugging me off,
just live your life, let happiness produce smiles though money's getting soft.
I'm confused and she's so indirect,
she struggles, carving holes through her chest,
though teasing, saying "your getting soft."
She's gambling, torture for future happiness,
all the faces tell her after reading her life on paper, their impressed.
She refuses to feel love at it's start,
this torture is coming apart,
her eyes have a smoother feel, I'm impressed.
Live to work, telling Jesus to wait for her awhile,
he knows its a dead end but responds with a wave and a smile.
Melancholy, such a tormented soul,
illusions have her trapped in a hole,
visions of prosperity have robbed her smle.
Oh! Diamond studded papers are clearly the earth to her moon,
walks closer to them, knowing they produce the subtle reak of doom.
Who am I to say anything to her?
It's clear from her F.I.U labeled shirt,
that she welcomes the ideals of her doom.
She's solid, she knows where to go,
says I'm lost, that I put on a show,
my screams will always remain,
"No! I will never let go!"