Maybe it's the way my cat meows...he wants his food in the morning.
Maybe it's the way-oh no, I need to know my grade on that test, how i'm scoring.
Maybe it's the way my sister tries to wear my clothes, this is my last warning.
Maybe it's the way my stomach is growling at me, my appetite is forming.
Or maybe it's the way he walks down the hall without paying me any mind.
But who cares still get to look at his as- I mean behind.
Ooo maybe I can where that new outfit I designed.
Ugh regardless of why I get up, I just want to be able to go to college in time.
I want to be the first in my family to be successful. and not be sent away for a crime.