Graduation Day, Pt. 1

It all comes down can’t get my head around
Where I might be this time next week
And I get stuck pulling myself back up
I don’t know which way I should be
Only a matter of time, time, time
Til the split works its way out from inside
Still right now, rooting my anger out
I wanna tell you I’m all right
But I can’t reach you and all I have left to do
Is circle and spin, how can I choose
Only a matter of time, time, time
Til the split works its way out from inside
Only a matter of time, time, time
Til I split, I get broken all right right right
Time, time