If only

I hated all those lessons and rules Playing sports in the cold and the rain Exams, tests and essays in schools l won’t need this stuff in my brain It’s a waste of my time, it's just lame. I am leaving school in just one week No more boredom and tectonic plates A good job, with some training I seek Will I miss going to school with my mates I wonder now what my future awaits An interview can be a terrifying thing He said, “Why not a single GCSE?” “To this role, what do you bring?!” Five years, I had nothing to please Seven interviews and now, great unease. Starting work at eight in the morning Not what I imagined it would be. Mucking out sheds, won't be that boring I look back now, and my errors I see Will my mates have careers, unlike me? Now I do the same things every day I miss school, and my mates, I’m sad In the cold and the rain, I now dismay and think of the opportunities that I had To waste all that time… “was I mad?!” If only I'd concentrated on school Had fun, but tried when it mattered If only I could have followed their rule. All that knowledge I could have gathered My dreams and future are they shattered?