My class should be bigger, The halls should be wider

There should be a kitchen, so I can eat for more energy or when Im tired

No coffee machines, Equals no energy

Walking around Brown Mackie, like a zombie

There should be changes, small ones and big ones

We need to plan something out, improving things can always be decided

My complaint to this school... I shouldn't have to hide it

Even though a lot of things can be changed around here, I swear I wouldn't change it

I just want to add to it, maybe even expand it!


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