We sit from 7-2 everyday waiting for it to end.

Little do we know what will come of us then 

We sit in classrooms praying for the bell

But what will happen when we leave only the future may tell


We wait for the day to come to a close 

But will we still feel this way when we say our oh no's?

We wait for that sound that gives us all hope

The sound of the bell at 2:20, when we can go home


How do we not see everthing we have now

Is it just me or has the meaning gotten lost in translation somehow?

We wait for that bell, but when it rings for the last time we don't know what to do 

Why don't we sit and just enjoy the view?





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