I Can't Tolerate!

Such a fate!

Four years passed; I wish they could be six or eight

I beg you time to stop, or wait

I can't stand being apart from my teachers, friends and soul mate

I can't tolerate!

They are my soul, my heartthrob; I don't exaggerate

They are my fate

I'd love, with them, to party, study and celebrate;

Not separate

I wish I would never have you my deceiving certificate

What a bait!