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In this social hierarchy we call high school You have to grow up quick I know that much to be true. And soon no one will care About the songs I wrote when was sixteen years old But for now its me and this song, me and this guitar For now I'm in my own world. And at the moment it's just me and these words And I'm making a difference in my mind From the sanctity of my room. I think I'm making a difference Despite the fact that I can't convince you. Oh no, I have not died yet. Oh no, I have not forgotten you. This one goes out to everyone in high school. Well I'm not perfect, but I'm nobody's fool. I'm growing older and so are you. When do I have to cross that line? Well sure enough I'll get a job and soon after I will retire and die on the inside. Or will I become someone different, someone outside of a desk job The morning routine and an empty living room. Will the couch and TV be my best friends Or will I really have you until the end? Like you wrote in my year book Letras de cancionesWhen we were only sixteen years old. Oh no, I have not died yet. Oh no, I have not forgotten you. This one goes out to everyone everywhere anyone anywhere any place whos EVER been through highschool. From Letras Mania