In my High School, we separate the rich from the rest. Those wear rags from those who only wear the best. An' in my High School, they hold assemblies for the football team, But never for the kids with 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 High School, there's some who think they're tough as they can But when I look in their eyes, all see is insecurity. An' in my High School, there's some who'll wait, then there's some who won't. Some that cross those lines an' some that 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 with their boyfriends, their girlfriends an' their maths, An' they long for the 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 make it through 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 doctors, they'll be lawyers; teachers an' warriors, An' they'll live out 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 days of their In my High School. In my High School. In my High School. In my High School.