Highschool

School's no fun; I'm always late.
Prom's coming up and I have no date.
Lunch is terrible all by myself,
I feel like a doll, lonely on a shelf.
My mom tells me to try and make friends;
everytime I do, it quickly ends.
An hour's walk to school, an hour back;
I might as well give my life up to track.
My music teacher hates me; I can't sing.
I'm sorry performace just isn't my thing.
So as you can see, I don't like school,
however, I'm there 'cause I'm just that cool.