Bad poetry from an 8th grade Rachel - #3

This one is uniquely funny as it was actually a song I wrote. I had just convinced my dad to go with me to buy a guitar. We went to three or four pawn shops in Little Rock, AR, searching for the right electric guitar. I had already been taking lessons and had a cheap acoustic. But I guess I wanted to rock it out.

I had two friends that were going to be in a band with me. Unfortunately, they didn't play any instruments. I was going to teach them to play bass and piano. Yeeehhhh, that didn't really pan out. I'm not sure why I thought this would be a good song... but alas, it's coming from an 8th grader that needed to stick to writing short stories and poetry. Leave song writing to the professionals.

Gone Away
by 8th Grader
Rachel McClard

Boring sounds of yesterday, Gone away, they stray.
People are getting strange, they do things that range.
How can you stand still, Not doing anything?
Days. Days. Gone away.
Days. Days. Still away.
Times I knew, won't come back.
Hard to think, what they lacked.
Timing was bad, should have done it sooner.
But now I see, what's wrong with me.
Now I see, what was missing in me.
I see the light, and have begun to fight.
Days. Days. Gone away.
Days. Still away.
Days passing by.