Im screaming until i can no more
Im running and running towards the door
To escape this place of hate
And where everybody has a rate
The dancers the jocks , the cheerleaders
The baseball players and the helpless nerds
The rate goes from 1 - 10
Im a seven in my head
I can be good , i can be the best
I can do good and beat the rest
Im going to win , i can do it
I wont loose i will pull through it
