This Thing Called School

This mighty school, this boiling stress, Supposedly makes me the best of the best. But how can I be as good as they say, When I barely have the attention to pay? From the dark of the morning, to the dark of the night, I am constantly struggling to keep on the right. I arrive their so early, and return home so late, Only to find myself a fish caught on bait. I feel like I’m breaking this one crucial rule; And falling behind in this thing they call school.