Funny

It's funny how the smile in your eyes
Is slowly fading with the last days in July
The year is drowning like the calendar grows thin
You'll sail away again with your back against the wind
And when the cold wind blows, you're gone
And I will hold my head again
But you can't run from the truth
Please send me beaches when my world is cold and weak
And press me flowers in the pages of the diaries you keep
As the calendar repeats
Yeah, just say it like you mean it
A last look of summer on your face
I swear I believe that
That someday you will stay
I can't take or leave it
I'll take it anywhere with you
I'll take it anywhere
And when the cold wind blows, you're gone
And I will hold my head again
But you can't run from the truth.

I've done a lot of thinking lately, thinking about how my mother tries to control my life. Telling me to do this because it will look good on a college application. The thing she doesnt realize is that i dont want to have extra help in school i dont want to have more help than the average student, it makes me feel stupid. I want to do thinks for myself, do things i wanna do. Like learn how to play guitar. I want to have my own summer, one where i can sleep in and just have the time of me life and do what i want, not what she wants me to do. I wanna live my own life. Not one made up of decsions someone else it making for me.