Same Old Thing
Here we are again
In room 117
Hearing the same teacher
Complain about her
Everyday things
We didn't come for this
We don't care what happened
Or who did this and this
I came for an education
To get myself out of here
Away from this enviorment
Teachers saying this and that
If you don't like our class
get out of here
We'd rather have a teacher
That doesn't talk all this smack
But rather care about us
Gives us her time
Instead on spending it on others
That won't take anything from her
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