Grade twelve students rushing around
trying to pass every course.
This year went by so fast;
few had a blast.
Wish I could say I had fun
but this year's been stressful.
I cant wait to get out...
Out of this school;
away from the students...
Who were always so immature.
Gotta get ready for this big celebration
there so much to do you don't know where to start.
Finding a dress, and accessories,
this one or that one, it causes so much stress
you want to look good but not stand out.
With only 3 weeks left till prom
there is so much to do...
Haven't found a date yet;
OH NO!!! what to do?
Go without one???
Or just ask anyone???
The big night is finally here
everyone had fun.
To finish the night off you go and party...
Don't get carried away,
be smart; don't lose control.
You don't wanna be pregnant;
injured or worst...
Dead.
With this night over,
a few weeks left of school
you struggle not to fail.
You don't wanna return
to do it all over again.
Finally summer is here
you have pasted this year
now you have to decided
what you'll do next year
Time to say goodbye to your friends
you say you'll keep in touch
but how many do you think will
they'll be too occupied in their life
to just take a quick minute
to give you a call or write you.
