School
School
I wish I could tell you how I want to learn
But I guess that your way is fine
I still have knowledge
And my teachers are nice
But this is your way, not mine
I like the hands-on stuff
Not sitting in a desk
Writing papers and papers,
And watching you teach.
That really isn't the best.
I'm a really good kid
And I know you'll agree,
But because of how you're teachng,
I can't be who I really want to be
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