12 percent of me is in the moment,
15 is withdrawn,
Because 30 is wasted on stress,
And 43 wants to right all the wrongs.
Our world seems to be fading,
Split apart at the seams
Us students will inherit your baggage,
And this life doesn’t line up with our dreams.
So we start to form our opinions,
Protest peacefully in the streets
Our tolerance is starting to empty,
But we are told to go back to our seats.
They say we’re too young to know the world,
That we’ll just get in the way
But if we’re affected by your injustice,
We’re old enough to have a say
High school is supposed to be good
Our youth should be carefree
But those joys have been sacrificed
Because the people are on their knees