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?