Wednesday, May 20, 1998

High School Girls

I went to a party, I was drinking.
I made a mistake, I wasn't thinking.
Two guys, one night.
One was wrong, one was right.
I lost my self-respect and felt so low.
I didn't want anyone to know.
But of course when I got to school,
just about everyone knew.
My friends all looked at me differently.
People who didn't know me, knew me.
I heard them talking,
I kept walking.
I saw them stare,
I acted as if I didn't care.
In reality I was dying.
On the inside I was crying.
I got myself into one bad situation,
and now I've got a reputation.
How much I wish that night would have never taken place,
or at least from my mind, could be erased.

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