On the steps of that school I sat alone,
On the steps of that school I wrote this poem,
I waited and waited until I could go home,
I stay on those steps made of cold stone.
On the steps of that school I watched people walk by,
On the steps of that school I watched relationships die,
I listened eagerly to all of the lies,
I sat on those steps where so many have cried.
On the steps of that school I listened to children play,
On the steps of that school I tried to find something to say,
I tried so hard to keep my laugher at bay,
I sat on those steps every day.
On the steps of that school I watched time pass,
On the steps of that school I froze up my arse,
I tried to put people in their intelligence class
Those steps were so cruel but it’s time to go at last.
Those steps of cold stone and tile
Kept me entertained for quite awhile.
So fascinating, they tell a tale of love and sorrow,
I think I’ll sit on those steps again tomorrow.
