I don't like school at all. They set me up to make me fall. My future looks pretty bleak. You knock me down to keep me weak. John and Sue died a long time ago. Why do you still force their existence down my throat? Tax my parents. Hurt my family. All you care about is your American money. My teachers do what they can. My book says one day we'll walk on the moon. I'm still writing with crayons. All I have is an empty tray and kicking can. When will my life start changing everyday? All you care about is your national existence. How am I supposed to exist day to day?
