An imagined expression in bosom
A beginning step of adult gender...
School is not easy, but eighth grade is breezy
It has its up and it has its downs...
8th grade was made for fun
It holds memories and it is made of gold...
Here we go again
On another journey...
We say goodbye this year
we say we don't but we do care...
So quickly the time has passed
why must it get here so fast...
I see my classmates
Sitting around me...
You've made it through 12 years
Only one left to go...
12 years of hell,
Finally over...
Oh, the behavior of exam results
You give the Students happiness and Sorrow...
In a couple of days from now. We will be saying...
Regina...
We sit in class thinking to ourself how long is...