Bad news (sociología política)

One of my tears
Went down my window
I had the chills
And no pillow

I've tried everything
To make it work
One thing's for sure
I've done no wrong

It couldn't be my fault
I'm good at everything else
Must be his particular ways
I don't know what to say

Statements of right and wrong
The tears are unstoppable
I read and read, studying all day
And still I couldn't please the guy

What does he want?
To have his students suffering
Or have us learning?
A gentleman would never
Be as sadistic and cynical as him

Tears are holding as the phone rings
Is support for the lost
A sacred place for my soul
I will never know how to please

Here I state
As my mind let's me say
That I won't quit
Until I've given all to it

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