Careless observer

Walking through the grey halls
Of my old rotten school,
Memories madly absorbed in the walls
Like a second class childish fool.
Everyone smile and don't now what for,
Questions and answers seem to fade
Like a mainstream clothes from the street store,
Trying to be smart, not so well played.
Following the trends.
Her pervy thoughts left unsaid,
Just smiles there, pretends,
Want to drag him in her bed.
Girls are watching at each other with disdain
"We're such a good friends",
Hiting each other with their jelaousy chain
And then their relationship just ends.
Teachers carring their books.
In a hurry, all nervous,
Some of them with good looks
Always for a disservice.
Walking through the grey halls
Of my old rotten school,
Memories deeply absorbed in the walls
Like a second class childish fool.

Author's Note

Been listening to Nirvana while writing this, half of it at school. Thanks for reading. :D