Creeping through the crowd like an invisible ghost,
We stay to ourselves from every shoulder we hit,
Trying to survive from becoming an annoying boast,
We take 4 years of endless schoolwork until we sit,
Sit in the chair where we make a toast,
A toast to the completion of the never ending hell,
Even though upon us will be a harder challenge,
We mature into our future figures,
We discover the true purpose behind our life,
But that's in the future,
Tonight is a celebration.
A toast to the end.