i now know that people die when you get older in a place that was supposed to be safe
here in this room full of desks, pencils, and paper
here in this building full of children with wonder
i now know that people are not nice when you get older in a place that was supposed to teach
here in this room full of zombies, ghosts, and monsters
here in this building full of all true horrors
i now know that children are not everything they seem
they are rotting away
and you give them your tears but not your help