It is what it is
Don’t always get
What you give
And it’s true what they say
Trust is a big thing.
Time after time
Swear you’ll lose
Your mind
Though it does get better –
And you’ll end up being fine.
Emotions they grow
Emotions,
Do go
One day you feel warm
Then the next you’re so cold.
Let me tell you about
This situation I’m in
And explain to you why
I can’t get mad about a thing.
As part of my job
I go to college
To secure my place
To gain correct knowledge.
But a few people there
Must be threatened by me
Attempt to get a reaction
As they know I’m gutsy.
They never come direct
Always try to be down low
But loud enough for me to hear
At the same time, you know?
Since they can’t address
Myself directly
I refuse to make a scene
So I act correctly.
I just don’t know
Why they can’t be brave.
Don’t pussyfoot around
Please say it to my face!
Yet when they’re stuck
It’s me who they ask
To help with their work
So they can finish their task.
But back to the matter
We have in hand
I’ll now explain
Why I can’t get mad.
My job is on the line
It means a lot to me
Plus in a year and a half
Of these people I’ll be free!
Furthermore
I’m getting paid to attend
Getting rich to watch
These fools pretend.
I’m close to home
Only fifteen minutes away
Whilst they’re distant
From the places they stay.
So that boys and girls
Is why I can’t stress
Why I can’t get mad
Upset, or distressed!
