Senior Year
Disney Channel, DS Games,
Nothing will ever be the same.
Double dutch, park swings,
I'm just getting the hang of things.
Math was easy, now it's hard.
I can drive down the boulevard.
Chemistry explodes, work begins to grow.
I have to pratice for the guitar show.
Life long friends grow apart.
High school is a work of art.
Cliques and Squads form once more.
I'm on another college tour.
One more year till we part ways.
High school was a 4 year daze.
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