I can never understand,
a word the teachers say,
my head is hurting so much,
even as we start the day.
I'm never listening,
I couldn't really care,
but whenever I look up,
they are always there.
Handing me the detentions,
two maybe three a day,
I surely prefer it,
at school that way.
I don't like learning,
in classrooms cramped with stuff,
when everyone could learn so much more,
if the school gates would open up.
I could learn a whole heap more,
from one day out in the world,
than from one full year,
of being a school girl,
and I could learn so many skills,
that I would need to know one day,
rather than just the theory theory,
I'd prefer the practical ways.
There's a real world out there,
with dangers of which we are not aware,
how are meant to get by if,
we only have our theory work out there.
Well I get what schools are there for,
it's nice to know that they are there,
but the teachers are talking to themselves,
because none of us care.
I've learned two lessons at school,
that teachers have big ears,
so whatever you are saying,
they are always bound to hear.
And falling asleep,
then being woken up with a start,,
is better than staying awake,
when your brain is falling apart.
My eyes always wander,
over to the window,
and my heart it tells me,
to grab my things and go,
but something pins me to my school,
and though I've no clue why,
i feel I want to be there,
until the day I die.
For while it's true we could learn more,
out under the burning sun,
I'm happy to stay here right now,
no matter what I may become.
