In my High School, we separate the rich from the rest. Those who wear rags from those who only wear the best. An' in my High School, hold assemblies for the football team, But never the kids with different dreams. An' we've got jocks and we've got smokers, rednecks an' jokers: There's a category for us all. An' we struggle with our homework, our teachers an' their rules. Yeah, they just think we're adolescent fools.
In my School, there's some who think they're tough as they can be. But when I look in their eyes, all I see is insecurity. An' in my High School, there's some who'll wait, then there's some who won't. that cross those lines an' some that don't. We've got outcasts an' we've got rebels; mostly saints, sometimes devils: You see them walkin' up an' down the hall. An' they struggle their boyfriends, their girlfriends an' their An' they long for the bell that gets them out of class. In my High School.
We laugh, we cry; We fall, we fly. Sometimes we wonder why we're even here. We pass, we fail; An' only time will tell, If we'll ever make it these teenage years.
In my High School, there's some who study for their entrance exams. Some who just wanna play guitar some rock 'n roll band. An' in my High School, the seniors just cannot wait for June. But they don't realise that we grow up way too soon. They'll be doctors, they'll be lawyers; teachers an' warriors, An' they'll live their dreams, big and small. And they'll struggle with their jobs; with their husbands an' their wives, An' they'll talk about \"the best of their lives\", In my High School. In my High School. In my High School. In my High School.