School's Not For Me

When I think about school,
I wonder if it's really for me,
I wonder what I’m doing there,
Is it where I’m supposed to be.
I struggle to get up in the morning,
I force myself to go,
I'm tired of trying so hard,
The hardship is beginning to show.
The wrinkles on my forehead,
The bags under my eyes,
When did school become such a chore,
Why can't you hear my cries.
I just want to lie here a little while longer,
I just want to stay in bed,
But I know that I have to go,
So many thoughts going through my head.
I want to finish school,
But at the moment I don’t think I can,
I'm just so tired all the time,
But I don’t want to be the one that ran.
Ran away from it all,
Letting what I had go to waste,
Leaving it all behind, even though,
Success I wanted to taste.
And no one makes this any easier for me,
My parents and teachers always on my back,
They put me under so much pressure,
I wish they would cut me some slack.
They always tell I can succeed,
If only I put my mind to it, I can be great,
But instead of helping me,
They create so much hate.
I will never live up to their expectations,
I'll never be what they want me to be,
Saying "you could be a success story",
But I’m sorry that is just not me