Cologne stained walls and Perfume covered halls,
High school.
Make up days and tardies,
NC's and my parents........Oh geez.
High school.
Worthless lunch rooms and over crowded class rooms.
Janitors that never seem to let go of their brooms,
High school.
1 in the morning study nights,
followed by 6:30 alarm fights.
Some of us call ourselves athletes.
Weather your catching a ball or kicking it or running around in a circle because tracks a sport.
It all ads up to countless hours of your coaches calling you trashy, because they were better then you when they were your age.
They say the sage is the new best thing,
but if you ask me as long as there's A, B, C and D everyone can pass the stupid thing.
Sometimes it rains, and pain and heartbreak drip through the ceiling onto the floor and all we can do is wade through it while the tardy bell rings.
And each day we go through the same doors hoping that somehow Monday never comes and Friday never ends.
High school.
Romances that never last,
and teachers that think we only have one class.
But what does it matter if high school doesn't last.
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