Pre school graduation
Tiny piece of paper in hand
Happy mom in a happy land

Almost three years later
Came a lot of tragedy
Lots of tears
Lots of children

Changes
One day you're up
The next you're down
It never makes sense

Everybody is different in life
Some make a living of just sitting around
Others break the neck 
Trying to make a dollar outta fifteen cents

Now here comes middle school
Same old background
Different girl
Just trying to fit in with the crowd

It doedn't really help
because people hate her more
knowing she should be her own person
because this being she is doesn't exist

Trying to make a name for herself
So she attaches onto those who better her
knowing without them she's nothing but a fake
nothing but a follower

Story time 
Now she learns a harsh lesson
Some people are only in your life
for a season