Classroom
You can look around and see strangers
Starring back
Or some you've seen before
but never spoke to
Know their names but no their story
The one kid who always makes stupid jokes
Might be the one that has to go to a home
That he doesn't call home
Or the guy that always has his music playing
Because he feels everything is just a waste of time
And that person in the corner
Who tries to hide their scars from anyone to see
And you sitting in your seat
Thinking that it's the same thing over and over again
We just sit here not knowing or caring
About anyone around us
I mean it's just a classroom right?
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