2007

We sit here counting the days off.
one by one, days flying by.
the years of our lives are coming to an end.
years of making so many friends.
and years of making enemies.

we sit here in a class room.
each day, each period, each year.
looking at our classmates.
sharing something with one another.
but next year it won't be like this.

the pictures of all of us still hangs.
the memories still stay.
thinking about those days.
the ones we use to talk to everyone from our class.
now before we leave this school.
everyone has groups.

you can't be higher class without being popular.
you can't be a geek without glasses.
you can't be a loser without friends who the popular people don't talk to.
that's high school, it's stupid to label.

we use to be all friends.
now we are coming to an end.
we are almost done this high school gig.
lets make a script of a movie.
call it our own.

make a memorie.
and remember the good times.
remember the times you learned from a mistake.
and remember who your friends are.
don't forget about them.

we sit here in a class room.
each day, each period, each year.
looking at our classmates.
sharing something with one another.
but next year it won't be like this.