They crowd around the sight

  Shouting 'fight, fight, fight, fight'

  Textbooks flying, hair being pulled

  This is school, it never gets old

  The smell of brand new pencils, shavings everywhere

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  Whispers sound throughout the room, barely even there

  The teachers voice drones on and on

  The bell rings, in seconds everyone is gone

  Lunch is a disaster, I'm painfully aware

  Of voices shoutng, rising high, everyone wants to share

  The end of the day can't come fast enough

  But when the final bell rings, it get's very rough

  Everyone pushing, frantic to get away

  That was school, now it's time to play