On and on the time flies by outside
I can rest with you by my side
It feels so funny sitting
And no more wall hitting
Just the two of us
Being quiet
Sitting here
Breathe
Day by day time rolls on and on until it
Happens to be the day for which I've waited,
To find out who I am, or if a mere twit
Who thinks she knows the thoughts that fill brighter heads.
I like to believe I truly am smart,
And I have to trust that I have a kind heart.
But proof is what matters and proof I shall find
On the day that I pass the test of my mind.