Testo High School Years The Das
Finally its Friday, another week has gone byWith the same routine its all so boring I don't know why
I really have begun, to hate my school
The teachers so boring, the kids judge mental and cruel
Everyday seems like a struggle just for me
No one ever really even talk to me
I don't understand these high school games
These are the years where nothing will be the same
Lately things have changed so much
Why does everything seem so out of touch?
I lost my best friend of four years today
With her back turned she walked away
Out of my life, and gone for good
Why am I so misunderstood
These are the years you could lose it all
What will become of you, if you fall?
Why do people seem to change?
I guess its all a part of the high school game