Out, Out, Out!

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Let me out of this prison cell,
School's not a place for me,
The work makes me dwell,
The classes make me want to jump into the sea,
And the teachers make me want to scream,
All I want to be,
Is be free from this never ending misery,
Trust me I don't try to lack,
I know life has more in store for me,
But everyone just holds me back,
Back to my life of mystery,
Where the end of the tunnel is pitch black,
So say what you want,
Say what you mean,
Just know we don't stay fifteen.

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