School Is Not Only To Study

Steps ahead we don't know

Who will we meet,with whom we'll grow

Rised from a best friend to a whole gang

From being the innocent one,never knew when it changed to slang

Fight for the last bite to dutch in the cantene

Paying on the birthdays for all,always felt supreme

Always completing work to copying work at last moment we grew

In the room full of unity,the trail was always broken by a few

We all had to study and learn

But all this work was still done by less than none

We all at the same time were aparted by some

Few left the gang others were dumb

But all of this would be finished and passed

They all will become our thoughts, just memories would last.