my idea of summer seems to be this unrealizable dream these days. weekends are a little peek into paradise.

it's sort of understood that this is how life will be from now on though. work and learning never end. studying for classes is now replaced with reading up on immunology to understand what the hell i'm doing at work, and i'm supposedly starting to study for mcat's too. it's okay though...i'm adjusted. i don't know what i'd do with too much free time on my hands.

i thought summers were supposed to be...brighter though. maybe that'll come.

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Tail of the Sun ~Stroke 9

this is the summer that'll never come
it's like someone's holding on to the tail of the sun
i wanna waste time and walk the line
from my beat routine to where i'm feeling all right
i can't hold out, i don't care about offending
the world's descending...

i know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long
i'm just finding the floor, but when i look down it's gone

this is the way it sould always be
i've never had the propensity to work, breed, and die
i prefer to spend mine on the fly
the be'ers got to be and the flee'ers got to flee
but as for me, well...don't worry about me

i know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long
i'm just finding the floor but when i look down it's gone
i know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long
i'm just finding the door but when i turn around
when i turn around it's gone

it seems like today i'm looking back
well maybe tomorrow i'll see further
than my little head allows me to
i'll be cruising then i'll crack
oh something better happen to these feelings
that i'm going through