The alarm rings and my dreams are halted
The dawn is breaking in the horizon
As the sun raised in the sky has malted
With the overlapping colors of day
The birds commence their cheery songs
And the trees begin to dance as their branches sway
Thus marks the beginning of a new day
Of things to come and things to do
Whilst the clouds above are whisked away
By the oncoming atmosphere of tomorrow

I should have tried harder to pass this by
To make this easier, to bide my time
I should have been there to hear you cry
So you could have a shoulder to lean your head against
I should have listened to their advice
To all the ******-up things I know I shouldn't have done
To all the misery I've caused to all my friends

But now it's time, it's time for me to go
And I'm a fool without a single shred of doubt
And though it's time, the time has come to go
I'm still a fool without a single shred of doubt

And I should have been there to hear you cry
So you could have a shoulder to lean your head against
Instead I'm known to be the one to make you cry
And I should have listened to their advice
To all the ******-up things I know I shouldn't have done
But instead I'm known to dismiss the words of their advice
I should have tried harder
I should have been there
I should have listened
I should have been there
I should have been there

But now it's time, it's time for me to go  
And I'm a fool without a single shred of doubt
And though it's time, the time has come to go
I'm still a fool without a single shred of doubt

I'm just a fool without a single shred of doubt

I know I'm going to fail
But there's nothing I can do to prevail
The impending hoard of testing books
That will pain me with a simple look

The distance formula staring at me
The short stories taunting me
The velocity begging to be found
As I, ever so helplessly, look around
The room only to see the clock ticking
My time away from me  

My pencil has bite marks on it now
And my eraser is no longer on its brow
The lead is but a broken point
And my hand aches throughout its joint

But as the bell rings, indicating my freedom,  
I can't help but feel defeated
By the hoard of testing books
That pained me with just a simple look