So rosy, all my cheeks so rosy   I feel like the spoiled girl who ruins all   Your birthday parties      The winner of musical chairs   You take and take and take and I notice   Every time the music stops we   Hold our breaths   For you      I am all alert and waiting   Six a.m. is fading   Wake and I'll be gone again   Until winter bites the cork   Empties pile on back shelves   Like penicillin bottles collected over a   Ten year disease   For you      I'd walk home from school nearly   Every day hopping cracks so    That I wouldn't hurt your back   You'd like all my finger paintings and   The boys that I would kiss   Mrs. Taylor, these are things that I will miss   Mrs. Veysey, these are things I'll truly miss      I am not a friend   I am not anyone   I'm just another person waiting in line for you    to change      When will the time come?      Six a.m. is fading wake and I'll be gone again      It tears me up inside      (You are not forgiven)