| Almost there |
| Not quite there |
| If I must play fair |
| It’ll take long to get there |
| And it’s getting to me |
| But I try not to let it use me |
| Learned to make it groovy |
| Just like the groovy smoothie |
| You know T-Bo did it right in iCarly |
| Sold things on a stick |
| Made them fit, now that’s gnarly |
| He used his patience smartly |
| Impatient hardly |
| Wish I could live whole-heartedly |
| Like I could kiss the journey |
| Like I could kiss my heart |
| Wouldn’t sell it on a stick |
| But like it just enough to show it to my friends |
| Wanna show it to my friends |
| Gotta keep doing my assignments |
| Fixing this alignment |
| Master the refinement |
| Maybe be enlightened |
| Environmentally, you’d think that I would be excited |
| Toss away my talent |
| With all grades heightened |
| I’m sorry, I’m frightened |
| They don’t like my insight |
| Complexity is finite |
| That just ain’t quite right |
| I’ll go take my birthright |
| Just the parts that I like |
| The parts that give me insight |
| Find a place for insight… |
| Almost there |
| Not quite there |
| If I must play fair |
| It’ll take long to get there |
| Yes I’m stuck in my head |
| I can’t get out can you hear me |
| Yes I’m stuck in my head |
| Run away please don’t be near me |
| When I’m stuck in my head |
| Crows watch me past the fence |
| Zone swap, see past events |
| Write my notes in hieroglyphs |
| I’m just doodlin' my dreams away |
| I hope they come and play |
| I feel trapped in school like every day |
| My mind is just erased |
| Yes my mind is just on blank |
| Erased |