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letra de tell my teachers - ichshia

[verse 1]
high school, how’s it going?
enjoying the suffering the young-un’s are showing?
feeling every blood drop that’s flowing
out of all the fights out of boredom
yeah, i have empathy for the students whose insides are burning
they’re struggling and hurting
so much information, all the lines are blurring
i’m not here to learn, i’m here to help the other victims that are learning
opportunities are here, that isn’t cap
but this isn’t the only hobby i have
dreams are just as important, i know you think it’s bad
but this building isn’t my life, i won’t take it back

[pre-chorus]
i am different, a little independent
but the students need someone they can relate to and i get it
i’ve been there before feeling pathetic
when my brain cells were still melting
this is my everlasting message

[chorus 1]
tell my teachers that i want to thank them
pre-planned career paths, i’ll take their hand
but tell my preachers that there is new ways
and i want to be who i am
tell my teachers, thanks for the goal setting
but i’ve got my own plans
and tell the leeches that they suck
straight rows of all these chairs
[verse 2]
i’m taking a stand, i’m flexible like a rubber band
and i’m open, but don’t place a lid on the can
i know about busyness, give me a chance to expand
only learning for my friends, yeah i did it for them
you need some help? yeah! i only exist for everybody else
i say what i want but i’m also the elf on the shelf
i’ll sneak you some aces from the hand i was dealt
saved by the bell
you teach for us, that’s why you’re here
but when we sit in class, we want to disappear
then you yell at us for not being sincere
neither of us want to be here

[chorus 2]
tell my teachers that i want to thank them
pre-planned career paths, i’ll take their hand
but tell my preachers that there is new ways
and i want to be who i am
tell my teachers, thanks for the goal setting
but i’ve got my own plans
and tell the leeches that they suck
things i don’t need to be trained like a tram
[outro]
there’s success elsewhere and off track
but we’re being weighed down by our backpack
to do something we don’t like, cut us some slack
year old homework, i’ve still got a stack
tell my teachers that there are new ways
we’re all students, but none of us are the same
we’re human beings, and we’re no longer slaves
hard labour and work we do and we don’t get paid
goodbye school, i don’t want to stay

- ichshia

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