school

Today my best friend’s weren’t in
I wish that they were
They make it less boring

All of everyone is sheep
They act and dress the same
I don’t, I must be a mule

CCTV is watching our every move
Am I just paranoid?
Or are they all trained on us?

The rooms of sewing are suspicious
What do they teach us?
Are they turning this into an industry?

German is forced down our throats
They still let us sit together
When will they learn that we don’t?

They cut off our once prosperous hide-out
They wanted to build a hall
We’ll always be separate from our year 7 self’s

The ramp is our new domain
We over see our kingdom
We oversee our enemies