All I hear is speaking in a monotone voice,
sitting here with my elbows crossed 'cause I have no choice.
My summer days were filled with sunshine and carefree living,
while sitting in this classroom gives me a chilling.
Why do teachers always tell me what to do?
I doubt it has anything to do with "for your own good."
Why can't I study something that I actually like?
Like painting a portrait or riding a bike?
Im sitting here listenening to wars that took place in history,
but in reality I am wondering why my lunch was labeled "mystery."
I want to tell my teacher about the flickering light,
but in all honesty It's not worth the fight.
School is now over and I can go home and rest,
to play games...no. To study. Because I have a test.