Walking into those two double doors
on the first day of school
High School.
It’s the first day of the rest of your life.
You wonder what’s going to happen
through the next four years
Who your friends will be
Or the friends you’ll lose
Every girl is worried about how they look
And whose looking at them.
The boys checking out all the girls,
Seeing who their next victim will be.
It’s the same game all through the years
Then comes senior year
Still the same game
Who’s looking at you
And that are they thinking?
You don’t have the same friends
you did four years ago
You’re losing some and gaining some
As you find the path after high school ends.
Friends come and go, but the rode never stops
You find out who really is your friend
As your finding who you really are