High School

They say it's a time for us to learn how to live in the real world, 

But really it's a time for everyone to quarrel, 

They say it's a time to get a high school sweetheat

but really they forgot to say someone will break your heart.

it's survival of the fittest; it's the next Hunger Games.

You either get destroyed, or you come out on top with all the fame, 

you keep quite and don't say a peep,

the louder you are the more they try to kill you in your sleep, 

I'm not trying to scare you so keep your cool, 

I'm just saying we're up next in high school. 

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