We're all shady people
in a shady room
secrets hidden
out of view

we're all shady people
in a shady room
you don't know me
I don't know you

we're all shady people
in a shady room
the people are us
and the room is school

Sometimes bad days come and pass
Most of the time they seem to last

I am fake
and that's all I've ever been
I realise that now, that I'm not who I seem

This name is fake but inside its me
My real name, isn't who I was made to be
may be one day people will see

I'm not perfect
inside I'm falling apart
I hope you see me before I depart

but until then
there is secrets I'll keep
you will know them
when you're ready to know me

Forget my life
I'll dig a hole and live inside
away from pressure
away from hate
I'm not perfect
and I'll accept that fate
no need to put up a front
that kills me inside
I'm waiting for the day
when I can finally hide
away from all my troubles
away from all my life
the day when I can dig a hole
is the day my life will feel right

Shaking hands
stuttering speech
nervousness takes over me
bass in hand
I take the stage
no other option
I must stay

I steady my hands
and try not to speak
controlling my mind
bass in hand
on the stage
no other option
I must stay

can't turn back now
must look away
calm myself
bass in hand
now center stage
no other option
I must play

Savage teachers
education preachers
their "funny" jokes
and words that provoke
a reaction from the class
won't make us fail or pass
but they keep us entertained
they should have been comically trained

Impatience, someone I once knew.
Impatience, you may know him too.
He knows me
like he knows you.
He treats us different.
He treats us same.
Sometimes he makes us feel insane.
He understands just how we feel
and to his power we will kneel.
Follow his orders
for he is wise.
He takes over
and makes us cry.
He makes us angry
because he knows what we are anti
but to his power we will kneel
because he tells us how to feel.