The day was perfect, as far as I remember.
Beautiful weather, sunny, bright.
You wake up in your bed, no headaches, of course.
You get yourself ready for college.
The world is yours.
You feel good, healthy, young, strong, confidant.
Ready to go out there and claim your own.
You go outside, like heaven, beautiful....
To your car, and drive away.....
Don't leave me behind, wait.
Don't leave me behind.
I want to go with you.
I have to tell you......
It's the last normal birthday you'll ever have.
This November of 1999......
From one who knows,
March of 2012.