the wrath of school

you know the feeling
of another boring morning
heavily it is raining
all you wanna do is go on sleeping

thw dew smells great
but you are resigned to the fate
of having school on this date
so reluctantly i drag myself across the gate

she seems to talk a lot
her voice sounding like a robot
she talks as she writes to the last dot
she doesnt want me to sleep but how can i not?

"man look at those eyebags!"
i say as my own face sags
i hate weekday mornings, theyre such drags
plus i gotta wake uo and see those damn fags

so i'm sitting in the classroom
while outside the sky goes "boom!"
around me again does darkness loom
i just wanna go hime, away from this gloom.