I feel myself getting sick, 

when summer ends and school begins. 

Oh how the desks begin to dig in my back. 

A sad semester encroaches. 

All the teachers and the coaches weren't tolerant 

of individuals who made up their own minds. 



I made mine too. 

'Cause I'm through. 



[spoken] 

Hey! What am I doing here? 

I have things to do, there's life outside - 

and I'm stuck inside this classroom. 



The loners become cops 

they grow more lonely in their squad cars. 

I find it funny how the all-stars 

are all old & fat. 

The cheerleaders have babies, 

with houses and husbands. 



They should have known.