Growing up and moving away.
It's just another day.
It's like facing a dragon that you have to slay.
Sitting in Visual Art, playing with the modeling clay.
College is a drag, I want to go play.
In the dorm, acting so gay.
Food on the plate and tray.
Watching the sun shine its last rays.
Watching the cloud turn to a darkened gray.
On the radio is "You Found Me" by The Fray.
Raising your hand in class, but the teacher won't let you have your say.
It's just part of growing up and moving away.
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