High School


I set on my bed with a head full of sorrow
And my heart dreads what comes tomorrow
But all I can do is hope and pray
Because I don't want to waste my life away.
I walk down the halls of torn books
In high school it's all about your looks
Not the classes you take
Or the life that you make.
The faces on people are so mysterious
But you don't have to be so serious.
High school is the last bit of fun we get to have
Until we move on, and go to college
But now it's time to sit down and acknowledge
That life moves on to quick to forget
Cause I don't want to live a life of regret.
I don't even need to worry; there is no need to hurry
As the days roll past, when I get stressed
Instead of my life being a mess
I'll make it the best.

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