maybe I'll care more when I'm living in a box

school doesn't come without effort so it just doesn't come at all I hate the words I write, the problems I get wrong and I feel like I'm falling behind I don't try harder, I don't speed up I just hold my breath as a wave of numbers words formulas and failure wash me away I need to work that much harder care that much more and remember that I need success like a butterfly needs wings I'm ready to fly but first I must transform