End of class

You keep me in a desk all class,
to do stuff that i hate.
I think its kind of obvious,
that this is not my fate.
You tell me I don't try my best,
that i need to study more.
Well I know quite a different story,
then the ones you've told before.
I never want to come back,
to this stupid messed up place.
I hate sitting in class,
and seeing your f**ked up face.
Burn in hell,
then burn again.
Now my misery,
for this class will end.