this time i'll get better

chapter 4: safety school

I'll be your safety school if I have to,

I'll be your safety school with full of instructions on how to be loved and love.

Even though I'm not that much good of an instructor.

I'll be your safety school with kind teachers that pick your hands gently when you fall.

Even though my knees are scraped and bleeding.

I'll be your safety school with motivating and supportive words all around the walls.

Even though I spit mean words to myself just to make myself feel better.

I'll be your safety school with strong walls and warm rooms.

So that whenever you feel like the world is too cruel, you know there is a place where you feel like home.

I'll be your safety school with the lights on everyday of the year.

So that you can always come back running no matter what the time is.

I'll be your safety school with just you being the only student.

They were others but they all managed to find their way in life.

I'll be your safety school,

I'll be your waiting room,

I'll be your last resort,

I'll be anything just to be with you again.

And it may sound depressing,

But I would rather you cry on my shoulder,

I would rather you run to my arms,

I would rather you call me in the middle of the night,

I would rather do the most out of pocket for someone like you,

Than you having no one else.

Because I know in this cruel, real world,

There aren't many that would.

So I will.

I'll be your safety school.

And maybe who knows,

I'll graduate too.