I'm so sick of sitting inside
I don't want to hide from the world
curled up at my desk, chest in knots
spot the sun through the window
letting a piece of glass keep me from smelling fresh air
I swear school isn't for me but, I need a degree to pay for a car
can't wish upon a star, it will end up in a spar
by far a genius from the fetus slow since birth,
for what its worth I'm a bull , full of undying love for work
I won't smirk or be a **** just there to do the job
I'm no heart throb, or even a slob
I just hate school, I don't find it a tool
more like a rule, 13 years of learning, earning a place in society
I know I'll never be top dog just a lower frog
I'll be a mower, if thats what I have to
my view of life isn't how successful I am
that's just a scam
****, If I'm happy
life can't be ******