Ryan's Room
The second floor, room 2-2-5
There is a place that you will find
A room with one red wall inside
And the tears of kids who say they've tried
There stands man dressed too nice
But has a heart made of ice
His horns and tail hide themselves
Yet sits a bible on his shelves
When you walk in the door you're hit with heat
And suffer memories impossible to delete
Time moves slow and you stand alone
It is your own personal Twilight Zone
He gives you homework every night
His Quote Quizzes are quite a fright
And when stress hits you like a truck
He'll continue not to give a fuck
While all of this is very true
There's one thing I've left from you
Ryan's room is quite a Hell
But Ryan himself is very swell
A loving man; he's very caring
With ears always open to sharing
Without Ryan what would we do?
This whole place would be Hell too
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