I'm falling back asleep again
Dreaming of the greenest grass
Violently I'm woken up
I realize that I'm still in class
I'm wondering what I'm doing here
As I'm staring at the clock
The hostility seems to grow
With every tick and tock
As I'm walking through the hallway
I hear a little cough
"That shirt don't say Badin kid
You'll have to take it off"
Then I see a balding man
The source of my despair
"It can't be in the middle kid
You'll have to change your hair"
"And what's that writing on your arm
No, that just won't do
Go over there and wash it off
And also change your shoes"
My creativeness is leaving me
It's coming out as drool
"But Open House is coming up
You must promote our school"
My hair is almost all gone now
You can't recognize my face
Why'd they make me do this
I think I hate this place
I'm waking up from class again
The teacher calls my name
But he's looking at a different kid
We all look the same
What have they done to me
I wonder as I hear the bell
I'm not an individual
This place might just be hell
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
I'm falling back asleep again
Dreaming of the greenest grass
Violently I'm woken up
I realize that I'm still in class
I'm wondering what I'm doing here
As I'm staring at the clock
The hostility seems to grow
With every tick and tock
As I'm walking through the hallway
I hear a little cough
"That shirt don't say Badin kid
You'll have to take it off"
Then I see a balding man
The source of my despair
"It can't be in the middle kid
You'll have to change your hair"
"And what's that writing on your arm
No, that just won't do
Go over there and wash it off
And also change your shoes"
My creativeness is leaving me
It's coming out as drool
"But Open House is coming up
You must promote our school"
My hair is almost all gone now
You can't recognize my face
Why'd they make me do this
I think I hate this place
I'm waking up from class again
The teacher calls my name
But he's looking at a different kid
We all look the same
What have they done to me
I wonder as I hear the bell
I'm not an individual
This place might just be hell
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