Sean

  Early mornings and a clouded mind, give way to the draggings of time. Never once did we have to give in, but are forced to go to live and attend. The teachers talk to us to try and make sense, why Little Johnny wont make any cents. We drag on doing this and that, only to be struck by the economy's bat. Never once have we been able to rise, from students to a newer high. Always being told that we are the future, but treate like crap and thrown in the gutter. We go to the school of the day to try and be better, but no one will ever ask us "whats the matter".