What a pain in the rectum this 8th grade
I wish I could fast forward and have my life already made
What makes it such a pain is the rudeness
These children act like they’re moral less
They’ll mock tease and hurt your feelings
Like there’s no tomorrow or no ceilings
Sometimes my soul becomes angry
But I must analyze the source of this absurdity
They only do it to feed their ego
They’ll tell you anything so you could feel low
Truly, I’m really tired of it all
But I must survive and stand tall
This is most like a rollercoaster of lies
But then, on June 9th all of it dies
I musn’t give up or let these people get to me
For there is a whole other world that I shall see