I'm walking, I know it will be chaos
I sit back and relax watching madness
People performing things like a séance
School lunches can be unending sadness
I watch as I open my blue lunch box
Students lining up for mystery meat
I'm glad I know my lunch is not part fox
After a while friends sit down at their seat
It's too loud, I go to the library
My friends follow me I do not know why
Forgive me if I sound kind of wary
But I trust no one because they can lie
Bell rings, it's time to go back to the class
School lunch makes me feel like pieces of glass
