I should know this, I should know this...
I should know this by heart.
I've done it so much
I should have it down like an art.
What do to? What to say?
Can I ask how to start
This problem that's tearing my sanity apart?
It's killing me-- my pen,
It's bleeding nonsense on my sheet
Though I've been waiting, preparing,
Anticipating this all week.
The pressure's rising; the tension's high
But I shouldn't say a word...
Surely, I would risk sounding too absurd.
It's ticking fast-- the clock
The time is quickly flying by.
I can't afford to fail again,
At least I've got to try.
So I give in and ask,
He says, "We covered it that day in class."
The sting I feel from his response.
How dare you go and say
That I'd ignore the very thing
I needed for today?
I wanted help and all you tell me,
Is I should know this stuff already?