I woke up in the morning,
knowing not what the day was going to bear.
I woke up in the morning,
having no idea my patience was going to tear.
You see I'm the kind of girl,
who keeps it all locked inside.
I live in my own world,
and I don't want to trouble the people outside.
In a way that's sort of good,
but it gets quite hard at times.
And when I am having a really bad day,
and I've got a lot to say.
Sometimes my patience just breaks,
and the girl inside me awakes.
My teachers in school give me a lot of sh*t,
about how my work wasn't up to their bit.
Well I know thats just a load of crap,
I deserved an A from my poster to my map.
And then those little suckups get good,
their days are not happening they way they should.
It's just not fair,
I said to myself.
As I screamed at people,
and hid my feelings behind a shelf.
I got home and I got a muscle pull,
rushed to dance class and messed up like a fool.
How could this be?
I'm the most senior student.
But my leg ached,
with all that movement.
As if anyone cares,
all they see are their selfish needs,
I'm really getting sick of this life and its deeds.
But then at night,
after finishing my truck load of homework.
I realized,
my mood is what I choose it to be.
And I'm not going to sulk.
If I want to be I can be happy,
and I should ignore all this junk.
So the next time I have a really bad day,
I'm going to stand up to myself and say.
Get over yourself,
people are not what they seem!
Who cares if I'm talking to myself,
I should just think of this as a dream.
