Hi, I would like to go to your school

Oh, you look at the ACT

I took that test

I did pretty well

Almost perfect

Almost

I had a panic attack in the last section

My hand froze up

And I couldn't even read, couldn't even breathe

But you don't care

Look at that number

What a nice number

My GPA?

Yeah, I never got a B

Had some heart attacks along the way

Some stress before exams

Depression when things didn't go my way

But I'm okay

I think

It's hard to say

But you have to look "beyond the numbers", right?

You can't just let me in cause my scores are high

I need to be "involved"

I need to "make a difference"

No, I haven't cured cancer. I'm sorry

No, I didn't win nationals. I'm sorry

No, I'm not Yo Yo Ma's playing partner. So sorry

Maybe if my pockets were a little deeper

Or my skin was a different color

That would be okay

But I know that in March

When decisions day rolls around

Your choice was already made

And all those days I cried my way home

And all those nights I lie awake

And all those expectations that weigh me down with every breath I take

Were all a waste