Third Year

Third Year

Third Year

Living with these strange people

The ones filled with testosterone

The ones filled with hormones

Third year

Not knowing what’s fashionable

Not knowing all the latest trends

Third year

Hearing these ridiculous rumors

Hearing all the drama and lies

Third year

They confide in each other, thinking those secrets are safe

They know everyone’s business, no matter what

Third year

Saying they’re going to make it

Saying they’re going to be alright

Third year

Loving that certain person

Loving nothing about yourself

Third year

Pimping the same speech

Pimping the same boys

Third year