Little teacher in the front

I wish I could say what I want

Like how I’m tired from the night before

From all the things I’m expected to endure

Tossing, turning, sleep-deprived

Everything’s okay, mommy lied

Parents fighting, doors slamming, sister weeping

How is it possible that I should be sleeping?

 

Little teacher in the front

I wish I could say what I want

Like how daddy hits me when I go home

Like how I always feel alone

These bruises aren’t from playing outside

Despite my fibs as teachers pried

I sometimes hide under my bed

For I’d rather be with the monsters instead

 

Little teacher in the front

I wish I could say what I want

Like how I’m scared to speak out in school

Kids these days can be really cruel

You’re stupid, you’re dumb, shut your pie hole

It’s hard to believe that these kids have a soul

You smell, you’re filthy, they would say

I wish I could just breakaway

 

Little teacher in the front

I wish I could say what I want

Like how I know I won’t be missed

How nobody notices the cuts on my wrists

I’m ready to go to heaven above

I’m ready for God’s unconditional love

I wish I could thank you for your time

For I’ll be gone come wintertime