Crashing Down

I'm not the me I used to be

And this is not good news

Top of my class to barely making a C

I have the college blues


I'm not the daughter I used to be

I used to make them proud

Now when people ask how I'm doing in school

They blush and whisper "good," not loud


I'm not the student I used to be

The As I once bathed in never seem to come

I lost my touch and watch with tears

As my hopes and dreams turn to crumb


I don't have the future I used to have

A semester ruined it all

Now I'll struggle four years to get back where I was

Or maybe I'll completely fall



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