I find myself sitting at a desk until dawn 

I write countless essays til inspiration is gone 

My love for learning was once a great fire 

Now I can't wait til the day I retire 

The paperwork folders are piled high 

I slump in my chair and let out a sigh 

The stress of life comes in great waves 

College is ruling and we are it's slaves 

My time and my energy go into school 

I need to rest, I need to refuel 

I cannot go on bombarded by costs 

Into a pit, my money is tossed 

No one can help, but pay the price 

When it comes to aid, it’s a toss of the dice. 

My family gets no money to use 

I'm fighting a war and I will most likely lose 

The prices raise after every year 

The thought of it releases a silent tear 

I need to pay and I need to pass 

Anymore and I'll shatter like glass