What's this? What's this?
There's students everywhere
What's this?
There's tardies in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair!
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures fighting
Everybody seems so angry
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?
There's children who are dancing
Instead of learning math
They're busy on their phones
And is that one a psychopath?
There's cracks on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the dreary
That's coming from inside
Oh, look
What's this?
They're busy passing notes, of course
I hope they'll just get caught, and oh
They're gathering around to hear a story
It's about building a wall?
What's this?
What's this?
In here, they've got a free period, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They're spending it throwing little things
They've got rubber bands on strings
And there's a frown on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks so dull
This looks so dull
Oh, could I just leave right now please?
*really annoyed and tired*
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, no teachers seem to care
No students, no principals here to expell or scare them
Or suspend them, only little teenage things
Secure them in their dreamland... *annoyed sigh*
What's this?
The good grades are all missing
And the nightmares are all around
And in every place there seems to be
Bullies all around
Instead of teaching, I swear
I can hear nothing in the air
The smell of bubblegum
is absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt this tired, before
This place inside of me says I've learned enough
I simply have gotten enough
Want to leave, oh, want to leave
Oh, I so want to go home
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is the time that I can leave
What's the time!
"3:00?" *sad groan*