Like a cold day in august
I was not prepared for this
You'd think that nobody noticed
The way that you still care about it
Are you just entering?
SIXTH GRADERS
none...
Is it your second year?
SEVENTH GRADERS
none...
Are you ready to leave?
EIGHTH GRADERS
none...
By all the people we are made to love and hate,
Everybody makes the same mistakes
Divided by these walls,
Together we are lost
So Its the first day of school.
You're nervous if you're just arriving, a sixth grader. You're
disinterested if you're returning, a seventh grader. You're
ready for all the mischief you can make, an eighth grader.
You're in a pretty small private school and secrets go around fast.
There are really 3 groups in each grade;
The Populars;
They aren't really friends. It's all for show.
They set the trends, fail the tests, and do most
of the trash talking and rumor starting.
The Followers
none...
The Pets;
The pets are pretty much the populars' puppies.
They'll do anything just to be included in anything.
Be careful around them because anything they know
the populars will know.
The Followers populars
none...
Average Group;
The average group are what's left. They could care less
about the Pets or the Populars. They each have their
own individual friend groups.
The Followers
none...
And if you don't feel like you fit into any of
them then you're in trouble because it's all you've
got for these 3 years.
But we are the same blood
All of us, we are, we are
While half of us were lost
The other half forgot
