Dec 2013
every morning when she wake up
she goes to a school, living hell
full of demonic creatures in a 2x2 room
seeking angels, nobody could tell
the people in front caused her anxiety
secretly telling her she's not good enough
she was full of explosion and tears
behind her eyes, a person that is never tough
high grades, everyone's defiance and armor
tendrils of depression and agony appeared
inside her head, things that are glory and gore
tired lungs and tired body, wishing to end this
everybody wants to rule the world and escape
those demons raising us into something we're not
making us more fiendish, full of rebellion
some of us give up and some of us fought
she goes to a school, living hell
full of demonic creatures in a 2x2 room
seeking angels, nobody could tell
the people in front caused her anxiety
secretly telling her she's not good enough
she was full of explosion and tears
behind her eyes, a person that is never tough
high grades, everyone's defiance and armor
tendrils of depression and agony appeared
inside her head, things that are glory and gore
tired lungs and tired body, wishing to end this
everybody wants to rule the world and escape
those demons raising us into something we're not
making us more fiendish, full of rebellion
some of us give up and some of us fought
Lately things in my school aren't good. Some teachers scream at me and my grades are horrible. I just needed to let go of my thoughts so I made this. I would like to thank Lorde for inspiring me to create this piece. Her music is everything to me. Someone that can understand me from this grief.
