This School... This Prison...
This school...
If you would like to call it that,
Brings me down
The teachers aren't that bad
Just slightly stupid
Not seeing what children are doing,
The kids,
Don't ask that...
I hate them
They pick on me...
Making life a living hell,
Even though it is like that already...
It'd like a prison,
The inmates pick on the out crowd
Then walking outside,
The light so bright
Blinding you as you step through the doors.
This... Prison...
If you would like to call it that,
Brings me down
The teachers aren't that bad
Just slightly stupid
Not seeing what children are doing,
The kids,
Don't ask that...
I hate them
They pick on me...
Making life a living hell,
Even though it is like that already...
It'd like a prison,
The inmates pick on the out crowd
Then walking outside,
The light so bright
Blinding you as you step through the doors.
This... Prison...