My childhood has always been bare. it's hard to believe that I've found comfort there. 4 years trudging up and down the school stairs. I'm going to break out of here.

No one understands and nobody cares, a day full of clouds and weirded out stares, the math is so easy, it's not even fair. I'm going to break out of here.

a bus to oblivion once again, a drag through the smog and towers no end. I see preschoolers playing, i wish I were them. I'm going to break out of here.

surrounded by factories losing all hope. the thugs mill outside, their pushing their dope. I'm walking through school always tied to a rope. I'm going to break out of here.

I've freed myself from the teachers old chains, it's spring outside and it's filling my brain. their yelling "get back here!" I'm going insane. I've just broken right out of here.