School Time Blues

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I look around

At the school halls.

And I think to myself,

"This is hell."

 

The teachers are boring,

The students are dramatic,

No one understands my struggle.

 

This hell we students live in,

It's different than anything else.

We think so little of it,

but it is so traumatic.

 

I look around

At the school halls.

And I think to myself,

"This is hell."

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