High School

High
School it passes by
Only
To come around again
It seems
To be something to get over
But its okay it doesn’t last long
Keep your head up
Up and up to the sky
We go
To have fun and have no
Worries
It seems
To be something to look forward to
But at the same time it gets
Repetitive
But we love it
Welcome to High school
We do just what we like too
Listening to whatever we want
Sometimes
A teacher sometimes
Our iPod
It seems
To me a
Blur





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