It's gone so quick
It feels like a day
That I first walked through those doors
Time seems to run away
Year seven's over
First year is gone
Second year begins
And time has won
I'll miss all those lessons
With my best of friends
We're being mixed up
It could be the end
I'll befriend new people
New timetable, for sure,
I'll miss my tutor
And hanging round with us four
I'll mis my art class
With the stressy art teacher
The lesson I'll miss most
Is RE, where we pretend to be preachers
Year eight starts soon
In warm, crisp September
Our year seven flame dies slowly,
And burns out till an ember
New tutor, new rukes
Are fitted into place
We choose our GCSE's
It'll go at a swift pace
I bet I'll make new friend
And leave the old ones behind
How could that happen?
They'll always be mine
I'll try to do better
I'll promise my self that
but what if I don't?
My dreams will go SPLAT!
I want to do literature,
But, I'm still not sure
My friends all want to do dance
They're all great, I'm sure
So, I bid you farewell,
My year seven life
Teenager next year!
Oh crap, it's time
I have a few days
Untill I'm let go from school
I have my holidays,
Which I think is cool
I have a very good feeling
It's all about to change
From the wickidly awesome,
To the bizzare and strange
Thing will be different,
I know that for real
I need to make my mum proud
And get an appeal
My sister's will go to uni
I'll be on my own
I like it that way though
And we still have phones
I have no doubt
Next year will be great
Goodbye year seven
Hello year eight
