Trapped Box
Feeling traped in a big square room
With kids who just ramble on and on about nonsense
Not paying attention to what their is to offer
Not knowing that their education is at stake.
Yeah, we get to be free two times: Lunch and break
But we always end up back in the trapped box.
No phones allowed? What is this rule anyway?
We see teachers on their phones all the time
Hypocrites are inside those walls.
Backstabbers are roaming the walls
Secrets being told, lies being heard.
What is school?
A big room with backstabbers, and hypocrites
Who want an education but dont try their hardest
to achieve it.
That is what school is like.
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