School Sucks
Another day
Why can't all the says just go away?
Every morning leaves me so high
Just become hyper to pass the time by
Making boring classes fun
Make teachers so mad they run
The buzzing in my ear is killing my cells
It hurts so much I can hear bells
My wrists are screaming from writing so much
Doing projects, writing essays, and such
Sitting in the ghetto, steaming room
All the signs of the day point to doom
This chair keeps making me fall left and right
Making my writing an even more horrible sight
The erasers look like they have never been clapped
Erase one thing, turns white instead of black
People behind poking me in the back
Manners is not the only thing they lack
