Open the door to find a corridor of pain

But I don't mind I practically know it by name

A lesson learned so long ago before I learned to sing

I cried bruised on the playground

Waiting for the bell to ring, ring, ring, ring

Maybe I need to be humbled, maybe I need to cry

Maybe it's some kind of signal, maybe there's no reason why

Maybe the lesson to learn is there's no lesson this time

I don't want to hurt for no reason, but things just happen sometimes

When you get cut by life, first recognize the wound

Then clean it well and it'll be memory soon

I thought I learned this long ago, it's such an easy thing

But I'm still on the playground and the bell no longer rings, rings, rings, rings

Maybe I need to be humbled, maybe I need to cry

Maybe it's some kind of signal, maybe there's no reason why

Maybe the lesson to learn is there's no lesson this time

I don't want to hurt for no reason, but things just happen, things just happen

And maybe I need to be punished, maybe I need to be free

You scribble some lines on the blackboard, but I'm still too young to read

And maybe I'm failing your class, and that's the way it's gotta be

I didn't sign up for your lesson, but it's not up to me