High School - Poem by darby williams
life in highschool is like normal, but for me it like this:
wake up at 8 O'clock, got get to first block
Get all my books, get my final looks
Drive my car, don't have to drive far
hang with friends til the very end
Cheerleader, and a jock, got a guy who likes to rock, freshman, french gent, even got president,
Say good-bye to the weekeed, cause here it comes again, hoping i'll surrive the day, just livin in the fray.
Bell starts to ring got to class. Heck if it's me who gets there last.
the girl the next door. i'm not sure what she waiting for.
We use have chemistry, but thats all anicent history.
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