More and more work to bring it up high 

Working so hard to improve my skill

yet I'm still getting my report card and tring not to cry

Out of my head comes the hair that I pry

I know this next test is going to kill

More and more stress just to bring it up high

Cheating? No never i would rather die

Even though at this point im writing my will

Because I'm still getting my report card and trying not to cry

Watching my social life fly on by

Feeling as antisocial as crill

More and more lonliness to bring it up high

I can smell my brain as it starts to fry

My voice starts to crack and becomes a small shrill

Because i still get my report card and try not to cry

The possibility of an A is flying higher than the sky

I'm drowning in work like fish without gills

More and more work to bring it up high

Yet I'm still getting my report card and trying not to cry