High school

I sit on my bed with a head full of sorrow

And my heart dreads what comes tomorrow

But all I can do is hope and pray

Because I don't want to waste my life away

As I walk down these hall of torn up books  

in high school, it's all about your looks 

not the classes you take

or the life that you make

The faces on people are so mysterious

But you don't have to be so serious

This is the last bit of fun we get to have

Until we walk down the hall to become a grad

Then we move on and go to college

But now it's time to sit down and acknowledge

That life moves on way to quick

Because I don't want to live a life full of regret

But I don't need to worry

There's no need to hurry

Instead of my life being a mess

I'll make it the best