• Freshman year. Is it always this bad?
    Just the first month i went from happy to mad.
    Every other day I see the uniform of cops
    Fake little girls as sweet as lollipops.

    Pushing and shoving, all in the halls.
    Trying to see the latest girl brawls.
    Boyfriends and girlfriends, all of them lying.
    Broken noses, blood goes flying.

    None of them are good for me. None of these guys.
    Most of them jerks,
    The rest of them high.

    The lunchroom, why so crowded?
    The sun is gone, now it's shrouded.
    Too many people, or not enough chairs.
    All my friends and I crazily pulling our hair.

    The food here is greasy, gross and weird.
    Do one of the lunch ladies have a beard?
    The supervisors all look and yell, and all of us
    we all yell, what the hell??

    It might not be the best year but...

    My friends make sure i don't throw a punch.
    My friends keep me from going crazy... too much
    I know that at the end of each day,
    I'll go to my friends and with my friends I will stay
    Together forever and together we'll stay
    Together 'til the end of all days!