I closed the door and stepped back
Staring at the sidewalk cracks
Hoping to wake up
From a dream that was corrupt
Why did we have to leave
It was so hard to believe
It was time to leave my friends
Waiting for the dream to end…
Oh how I missed my old school
With broken windows and creaky stools
The memories I made
To leave them I was so afraid
The memories I made
I was thinking of them as I laid
On my bed, in my house
I hear the squeaking of a mouse
I’m back at home but it’s so dark
I look outside at my old school’s park
I tell my friends I’m coming back
To that old school
To that old shack
This dream just seems so abstract
When I wake up my mind goes black