It's a bittersweet symphony, this life.

It's such torture, still being in this postion;
Undoubtedly an endless repitition.

. . . .
Back and forth,

and back and forth,

and back and forth,

and back and forth again..

You're graduating this year..
What shall I expect from that point onward,
Restlessness or contentment?

You know the one thing I want from you,
It's not that much to ask.