We came, we saw, we conquered, not enough
Drug the axes in our backs, the weight burning in our hearts
To achieve so much, so little.
All just textbook stuff. Bittersweet, irony, all four years all part of the ABC's of growing up.
Angels we where not, never did we claim to be.
In someones eyes they thought we where
Yet our halo's kept slipping round our throats
to large to wear they where.
dizzy, busy, hurried and hurt.
Behind us all the darkness lurked.
Sunshine always tomorrow, that never came.
We thought we'd be, or try at least.
Dreams that couldn't, wouldn't come to be.
So we took satisfaction in what was, measured up what
we could to make it balance and fit somewhat.
Such this life a chapter shut.