Punk-cabaret-girl

Teacher teacher, won't you teach me something please, Teach me what is probable, Not my possibilities, Teach me how to think of life Train me not to dream, Tell me it isn't worth wondering, if things aren't what they seem, Teach me just how clever I am, though you don't know all me at all, Train me to accept government, And make me learn to answer their call, Teacher, put a box around my eyes and nail me to my books, Make me just a another number, Judged by exam results and looks, Guide me into the monotony of existence, and waste my youthful days, Take away my child hood wont you? Break my foolish ways, Take imagination

Life is … Life is the space between your ears, Life is the song that no one hears, Life is the place that only you know, Life is the grass growing through snow, Life is the touch of a lover's hand, Life is a castle melting in sand, Life is the laugh that's stuck in your throat Life is a poem that god wrote Life is the shiver on a warm night, Life is like death, only not quite.