Everyday I sit in class









Staring at the clock hope it goes round fast





So I can escape from this concrete jungle






Fifty different cliques all trying to be humble
















They don’t understand they’re all conceded





So maybe we should turn our attention to those who need it




Instead of worrying about that clothes you’re wearing





So self absorbed that you need that constant staring


It’s more like glaring from across the hall

We could care less if it from Kohl’s or the mall

But that’s not what the world has led us to believe

It’s the pricetag on your clothes that brings you up on the scene



I’m not trying to be mean I’m just telling the truth

It’s crazy how material things have corrupted our youth

Constantly on their phones checking their facebook page

Every year getting them at a younger age


So lets stop for a moment and rewrite this page

You need to stop worrying about if your up on stage
And just relax and live life peacefully
Because no matter what clique their just like you and me.