The Breakfast Club

We are the emos and the geeks The princesses; the athletes, delinquents that will not be missed just names and numbers on your list When you grow up your heart dies We see that dullness in your eyes looking right through us while teaching All life is missing from your preaching You don't care about us You couldn't give a fuck And That's why there's no trust From the breakfast club Do not expect our blind respect nor a bow or genuflect Your mocked care is just transparence We've seen it in our parents We are more than just our labels more than spelling and times tables Inhuman teachers we will snub, Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.