Memories are haunting,
Happiness is fleeting,
Forgetfulness is frowned upon
Life sees it as cheating
The world wasn't how I expected
I expected a perfect place
But as I learned quickly growing up
That just wasn't the case
The teachers unforgettable
But the students relentless
The work may be deadly
But the rumors are a menace
A soul a day
7 lives in a week
The stat may not be right
But the future looks bleak
The day's as grey as a hoodie
I feel as blue as jeans
Everyday feels as rough as leather boots
No one to make it better with these teens
Popular Brittany
Quarterback Harry
‘Emo' Tyler
And Crazy Jerry
These labels are annoying
Makes this place feel sub-below
And if you call a teacher on them
Then oh boy, we're in for a show!
They're lying, they're lying
Oh why high school,
So wonderful on the outside
Now, I just feel like a fool.
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