--The place i called school would be --

It was ordinary..

To you and to me..

Friends, studies, freedom that purpose to be

Books and teachers who taught you the life and all..

where you eat not only at the interval

Then u hated but now u love..

Is the place i called school would be.. 

The lifestyle is dreamt around the play ground..

The homework i always hate..

Staring at the black board with my own imaginations..

Made me have a laugh once in a while..

trying to escape from the class classified of boring periods

and the girls things all the way..

Is the place i called school would be..

Here comes the maths period..oh the science no music..

The teachers who are devils and clamare ..

The punishments for talking or for peeping..

Where the teacher's favourite be pride and shine..

Sometimes calm but not quiet at all..

Is the place i called school would be..

When the principle walk around..

The innocent people are everywhere could be found..

Nope, not at the cafeteria nor walking around..

Even teachers are scared, where do they hide and frown

Where the songs play at the interval and gossips stretch

Melody's at the end of each period that wakes us up..

Is the place i called school would be..

Where all of us try to keep the uniform neat ..

Hate morning meetings and exercise sessions ..

Oh don’t remind me when they say your gown is above knees ..

Yes take the pin and unfold the edge..

Pining papers to edge of the uniform..

Or asking where the house badge or ribbon for hair plaits

Is the place i called school would be..

Oh where we always swear i would never be late again..

But in the next day they are late again..

The favorite place is where i get to touch the mic..

Tell the favorite quote or news everyday mornings...

But end of the day when bells sings its song..

Where i pulled my bag and lined up decent..

Is the place i called school would be..