This little song is about second chances...

As much as I hate it, I'm realizing that there are just some relationships that I had that weren't healthy and it's a really good thing that they've ended, no matter how painful it is.

On the upside of that, I'm also finding the people who really care about me and would do anything to make sure I'm happy and healthy, and I give thanks every day for them.

Frustration.

I'm starting to dread waking up in the morning, the routine of class after class, day after day.

This isn't how college is supposed to be. This isn't how it's supposed to be if I'm doing something I love....right?

It feels like I'm squandering my life away in the music building. I can only practice so much, and I'm starting to resent cello.

I'm starting to hate the honors program. We write far too many papers in the required freshman English, and really? Why make me take two semesters of English instead of getting on with other things that I could be taking?

Argh.