Friends

Walking into those two double doors on the first day of school High School. It’s the first day of the rest of your life. You wonder what’s going to happen through the next four years Who your friends will be Or the friends you’ll lose Every girl is worried about how they look And whose looking at them. The boys checking out all the girls, Seeing who their next victim will be. It’s the same game all through the years Then comes senior year Still the same game Who’s looking at you And that are they thinking? You don’t have the same friends you did four years ago You’re losing some and gaining some As you find the path after high school ends. Friends come and go, but the rode never stops You find out who really is your friend As your finding who you really are