• I'm sitting in a classroom full of you,
    With clouds connection fading the sky's blue,
    My stomach's empty and I feel sick,
    She's the teacher and I'm the d**k,

    I raise my hand and ask who I am,
    She gives me a detention with the slap of her hand,
    I come after school for the detention class,
    She's the vigilante and I'm the a**,

    I'm having a hard time sorting out the work she gave,
    In a way I deserve it but I hate being her slave,
    and in my depression I simply can't work,
    But she's just angry and I'm a jerk,

    I'd love to apologize for the damage I made,
    but she is resilient to anything from me coming her way,
    Somewhere inside she doesn't want this pain to exert,
    It's my fault and we both are hurt.