I prepared all i could.
The paper stood there all still.
Dialing the numbers on the calculator,
I know soon it's gonna be over.
I'm a different person these few days,
I swap wrong words, walk sideways.
I dont talk much,
I just lay back and crunch.
1 more week till freedom.
1 more paper tomorrow.
1 more week till my Civic.
1 more thousand in stocks.
1 more try at anything.
1 more chance of saving it.
1 more attempt to revamp.
1 more;
1 more.
1 last chance.
7:11 AM