Sharing With The Class
Snake N. Ips
Snake N. Ips
Our hearts tied with chains
Our necks tied with rope
We sit in our chairs
And choke on our hope
With facades we smile
We pretend to care
We await our trial
The pressure to much to bear
We begin to speak
What a waste of time
I’d rather be writing
That would be sublime
But alas we must deliver
Words without soul
Lips without quiver
Our hearts, unlit coal
We finish our reading
And listen to more
Our ears are all bleeding
We try to ignore
The words of the rest
All feel the same
My feelings are dressed
Hiding my shame
You may think it caring
You may think it great
But i tell you that sharing
Is something I hate.
Our necks tied with rope
We sit in our chairs
And choke on our hope
With facades we smile
We pretend to care
We await our trial
The pressure to much to bear
We begin to speak
What a waste of time
I’d rather be writing
That would be sublime
But alas we must deliver
Words without soul
Lips without quiver
Our hearts, unlit coal
We finish our reading
And listen to more
Our ears are all bleeding
We try to ignore
The words of the rest
All feel the same
My feelings are dressed
Hiding my shame
You may think it caring
You may think it great
But i tell you that sharing
Is something I hate.