School

Im thinkin' 'bout that special lad
Who makes me smile so softly,
Yet all around me people jeer
And make me feel un-easy.

They call me names
They let me know,
Just how much they like me
Which isn't alot.

Now I'm stressed
I'm un-happy,
Its hard to get on with work
But thinkin' 'bout that special lad,
Will help me through.

Hope tomorow will never come
People drive me crazy,
But a quick phone call
And I'll hear his calming voice.