Another summer rolls by
 And I can't help but feel pain
 All those familiar faces [bad word] back to haunt me again
 Whether I hated their guts
 Or hardly knew them at all
 I always felt far away
 Beside them there in the halls

 My yearbook keeps me informed
 My yearbook keeps me in line
 Its an obituary
 Gives me a concept of time
 We've graduated and grown
 From a real world once our own
 Yet we have proven them wrong
 By dropping off all along