The school year is almost over,
Its time to rap it up,
To clean out our lockers, our desks,
To say goodbye to our friends,
And hope to see them over the summer,
Remember the times we had,
The shit we pulled and got away with,
To the crap we said,
The laughs we had,
Making it through our first year,
Our first year of high school,
To enjoying our first homecoming,
Getting through the boys,
Getting through the gossip,
To what next year will bring,
We can only hope its just as good,
As our Freahman year.
