Each day I wake up with bare hope…
Hoping to complete one day without being scathed…
Or have the will to bear 8 more hours of pain…
School is Hell…
School is Hell…
Each ring of the bell…
School is Hell…
School is hell…
Each note spells…
School is Hell…
School is Hell…
Spellbound has become time…
Hands refuse to move…
Or they unwind…
To each piercing place and opine…
Make me relive each moment of mine..
Mind by all eyes…
Same look of sigh…
Disdain towards my whole life…
Make me go cry…
Some side locked mines…
Locked up inside…
Banged up by…
My so called friends…
Don’t they hear my cries…?
Or they see that smile…?
Good sport guy…
Pride in being so “kind”.
Use me for dime, dine, and lies…
Behind and in front of me…
These memories…
Silent Scholar 