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