Four walls keeping you locked
In this dreary, sweaty room
They seem to be closing in on you
Every breath you take

The teacher drones on and on
And you can not get away
You pinch yourself once again
Trying to awaken from this nightmare

The bell rings through the hall
You can feel everything vibrating
Pick up your books
And quickly run out

Run, run
Down three flights of stairs
Ha ha.
You won't make it.

You throw open the closed door
Knowing you are late
You wipe the sweat off your brow
And try to sneak into the room

The teacher spots you
As her peircing gaze sweep the room
She briskly marches up to your desk
And hands you a detention pass

"But-"
"No buts."
"But-"
"No buts."

Resigning you take the pass
And try to get through
One more class
Good luck

Ring, ring
Run little girl
Down three flights of stairs
Ha, you won't make it

You quicly run down the hall
A teacher stops you
"No running you know."
Weakly, extending a hand, you take the detention pass

Run into the class
The teacher points to you
A question ringing in his eyes
"You're late."

"But-"
"No buts."
"But-"
"NO BUTS!"

RING RING
"What?"
You pick your head up off your desk.
You finally woke up from that nightmare.

Sighing, still sleepy.
You walk to the next class.
"You're late."
Barks the teacher.

"Here is a detention pass."
"But-"
"No buts."
Run, little girl.