These words are merely words; these lessons are just a lesson

Walk through the strangling halls  and hoping no offense is taken

Class by class your ears grab onto something new

And it may not even be the lesson or the words a teacher speaks

It may be a different take on what people say about you

Teachers sometimes help, but it is not very useful

Stay and hold on, clench your fingers until they melt 

The thing to do is to have your mind strong, and remain hopeful

These words are only words; these lessons are just a lesson

But my dear teachers could not really, teach this good of a lesson.