Class life de Liam

Take me away from this class of bore
where our minds are locked in a store
that allows no initiative for creativeness
of our souls, holes tearing through our brains
draining our uniqueness till we become sheep,sleep,
its like they like it when they tell us to learn, concern
is not an issue for most of them, men dont try they say
and dismiss them for bums, well maybe im not that bright but
i could have sight, for some-one like myself if i hadnt a
preacher but a teacher
who inspired, the fire and kept faith in me,
maybe id be a little smarter in marter the school where im at,
come-at me with a new schooling system and i'll listen,
to those people who think they can make a difference,
in the interest of the students to make them want to show up,
not slow up, but get their hsc with pride, rather denied
by the people who've pretended to care, is it fair?
as the course gets harder, expectations arise till it, comprises
of people who despise, alternatives to study and school, fool,
why dont you play sport and hang out with your friends?,
why dont you make it time for the end?,
of all your excessive, impressive, depressive style
you been in, open up and let the light shine in,
then once you got a rounded lifestyle,
then you can listen to the,
your not trying, miss im dying, you should be flying, dont start crying,
attitude, they say when you talk back,
its like im being attacked, for trying to explain,
the feeling and the pain, i get when i think of all it,
its insane im still pumping alive,
sitting inside this class.