~*~Dem ''09''~*~ - Apr. 13, 2007 at 03:01 AM
High class
Ghetto ass
We can do it
Slow or fast.
Buckle up
Make it loud
Don't give a shit
If your not proud.
Stay up late
Never hate
Cuz we're the class of 09
An yes its fine.... So the year's go by, faster every year.
We laugh a little there and we cry a little tear,
But we love each other, that we know,
While we gossip around, saying "That girl's low."
We might backstab and hate, judge and date,
While making bad grades and always being late,
But in the end, is that what it all means?
I think we'll understand when we get our junior rings.
Times wearing out and it sure is for us,
Then off to college..no laundry or bus,
On our own, so go on and cry,
We'll make it, I promise, we just gotta try.
I'll miss everyone through all the fights and tears,
I hope we see each other throughout all the years,
Graduation will come, we just gotta wait,
till then we're just the class of ''09''
