Cascade
Wasting time sinking in thoughts
A million lines blinding me
Tomorrow comes a new day
Piling again my thoughts away
Constantly wondering when it’s done
I can feel my body going numb
Cascading grades are none to mourn
So tell me, what the hell is the battle of little big horn
This is it, the final day
Piling again my thoughts away
Constantly wishing it wasn’t done
I can feel my body going numb
By Camryn
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