Confessing Confusion
Walking these halls, dazed and confused
Looking like a puppy, lost and abused
My friends are in different majors, so there are not here
Now i consider chaning to be over there
Im starting to think im too shy, and i am pretty sure i have gained the freshman twenty-five
So i walk these halls for two more years, For now i will have to face my fears
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