I wonder if one day I'll look back on my grade nine year
And say it was beautiful.
Generally it's been pretty horrible, but I wonder if I'll be able to push past all the bad things and cherish the good things.
After all, I have had a few wonderful memories this year,
And there's still time to make some more.
There's still time to make things better.
It's up to me to make it beautiful,
Wether I get you back or not (I probably won't).