Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday

Doesn't matter, 'cause I'm not learning anyway

This class is like a zoo

This noise makes my mind brain stew

If I had wings, I'd fly away

I wish that I could fix my brain

If I could, I'd walk away

I'm sick and tired and I hate this place

So here I am in maths class

With my head up my ass

I've got no clue what's going on

I get every single answer wrong

I always feel so brain dead

These things never seem to work out

So here I am in maths class

I hope they know I'll never pass

No place left to run

Nowhere to go

What's bedrock?

How low can I go?

If I had wings, I'd fly away

I wish that I could fix my brain

If I could, I'd walk away

I'm sick and tired and I hate this place

So here I am in maths class

With my head up my ass

I've got no clue what's going on

I get every single answer wrong

I always feel so brain dead

These things never seem to work out

So here I am in maths class

I hope they know I'll never pass