The works of a mind

I wrote this about my highschool.

And she dared
To thin out her hair
Because she was scared
That people would care
When they would see
That the scale read "103"

And how much did you daddy pay
For you to learn to sing that way
To overshadow all of us
Who were self-taught in what we love

And who are you to think you're better
Just because you flaunt the leather
Of a highschool quarterback
Who won't be much more than that