Moving On
At the blackboard I sit and stare
With each minute I twist my hair
I've been waiting for my senior year...
And now it's here I shed a tear
I will miss cheering at the Lions games
And kissing boys- we won't recall names
Why I always wanted to grow up fast
Is something now I want to last
I know theres a lot more out there for me
Thats why I set my mind to get a higher degree
College and scholarship apps are such a pain
But knowledge is A must to gain
A dentist is what I want to be
And I will not let anything stop me
I hope to recievce a scholarship to help pay
Then open my dental practice one day
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