Epiphany of an Epitome…

She's just a freshman in high school,

She won't know what to do,

When she looses you…

(I'm loosing all that I knew.)

Push the peddle down,

And watch the world fly around,

Life blurred to blue fogs around you.

(Yeah, I'm dying to get out, this might kill me)

She's got nothing left to do,

She's got nothing left to do…

She doesn't know who she is anymore

(Who am I? Who are you?)

It's a sad soft melody soaring on a breeze,

It's the epitome of sadness taking over me…

You were an epiphany of wondrous thought,

But now you're just a memory.

(My memories are fading.)