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 2008.