It's biting cold
Walking uphill
In the middle of January
Too early in the morning
Wind whips at me
Stinging my face
As if someone had just
thrown a thousand needles at me
Desparately trying
To light a cigarette
But the wind disagrees
And keeps blowing
My lighter out
These are the times
When I hate this place
I'm tired, I'm cold
I'm bored, I'm lonely
Cause this year's different
Back at square one again
Can't do this AGAIN
Why do I lose all touch
with reality when I'm here?
Why do I break?
Is it really that important?
Am I not making it
bigger than it is?
Been told I'm wrong
So many times
What if I'm not?
A foot of snow
And nothing to do with it
A foot of snow
and we still have classes
I would have skipped
But I'd be all alone


Please, join me