High School

High School

High school is such a blur

Your decisions are so unsure

Sports, academics, and sleep

You try to keep in sync

Everyone says this is the time of our lives

But there are many other places to strive

There are many different cliques

Do you know where you fit?

Every single day

We do everything the same way

Four years with all your friends

It quickly comes to an end

Some friends you’ll forget, and some friends you’ll keep

When we all take that big college leap

So don’t worry, and don’t fret

And make decisions that you won’t regret

In due time, you will see

That everything plays out the way it’s supposed to be



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