In my High School, we separate the rich from the rest. Those who wear rags from those who only wear best. An' in my High School, they hold assemblies for the football But never for 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 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 be. But when I look in their eyes, all I see is insecurity. An' in my High School, some who'll wait, then there's some who won't. Some 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' the hall. An' they struggle with their boyfriends, their girlfriends an' their maths, An' 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 we're even here. We pass, we fail; An' only time will tell, If we'll ever 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 in some rock 'n roll band. An' in my High School, the seniors just cannot wait for But they don't realise we grow up way too soon. They'll be 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.