The Taste of Normality
When the bell rang
And feet thundered trough the halls
She slapped on a smile
And shuffled with the crowed
She pretended for those four minutes
That her only problems
Could be running late
And the normality tasted so sweet
And feet thundered trough the halls
She slapped on a smile
And shuffled with the crowed
She pretended for those four minutes
That her only problems
Could be running late
And the normality tasted so sweet