The early mornings and tired eyes
The long bus journeys and annoying passengers
The dirty seats and creepy crawlers
The torture and the pain
Pressing my palms together, my mind in prayer
Hoping those creepy crawlies won’t dirty my mane.
After an hour or maybe two
I finally reach that place called “school”.
Dragging my feet, feeling so stoned
I think I left my brain at home
TGND
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