I'm sitting in class and I get called
On a question I don't know
But seasons will pass
and trees will grow

Again in class, I'm the one they call
And time seems to slow
But the leaves still fall
And rivers still flow

Again once more, Im called upon
And the fear and anxiety hit
My confidence has run and gone
And time just seems to sit

And although I'm caught in the moment
Time doesn't stop just for me
But until I can get over it
That's just the way it'll be