Four years of tiresome studying
Four years of school lunches
Four years of stress
Four years of worthless drama

Four years of Friday night lights
Four years of endless laughing
Four years of memories
Four years of friends

High school.
It’s a coaster of experiences
Before you know it, it’s over
One day you’re fourteen, the next eighteen

And it will be your
Last PLC day
Last workout Wednesday
Last homecoming
Last day as a bomber
Last time walking down the school halls

You’ll have to say your goodbyes
To the small town that identifies you
To the people you’ve grown up with
Have a million memories with
And have known since you were five