High school in the seventies wasn't special at all
Just lonesome, scared and one lost feeling, I recall
There was no fun, laughter or any winning goal
I was in a daze, trudging along with a frozen soul
What is this stiff, dreary place, I certainly don't belong
Is it a prison, did I do something terribly wrong?
All through the classes, giddy girls tell what's new
Safe in the washroom, I felt alone, never had a clue
The teachers seem to always grin, that frightened look
I can't understand Shakespear, how I hate this book!!
Yes, high school wasn't special, I wanted to be free
Those darkest daze were scary, I was not a happy me
High school in my mind, cold dark place, no one should find
Everyone is different, some can see that rainbow, but others, there is no colour for the lowest low.
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