Break Free

I want to escape Something calls me Out of these blank walls I want to break free Fiddling my hands and feet The teacher’s voice bores me What’s he talking about?  Oh, yeah, history Look, a window! Let’s ram through it  Fly like a bird  I’m sure there’s nothing to it We can soar across the sky Full of opportunities To London, Tokyo, anywhere you please! Oh, crap, the teacher’s calling my name What’s the question again? This is so lame Written By: Alaina Roberts

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