Learned it from a small age
Still haven't found a way
to use the torture of their problems
over pointless hours of
sweat on my forehead
of "Ms/Mr , I don't understand"
Grow up
I'm tired of solving your problems
I have too many ex's to count
I don't give a damn if the numbers don't add up
Just get the hell away from me
Wrote it down
with the persistent scowl on my face
wasted ink , wasted paper I'd rather replace
with words that make sense
Instead I look at this and make believe that I know what you mean
Found the formula
x+y is far from reality
(m) does not equal the gradient of my speciality
Take a step back
I still can't relate you
to my precious little world
So grow up
I'm tired of solving your problems
I have too many ex's to count
My book's fallen apart
just like my patience with you
I don't give a damn if the numbers don't add up
Just get the hell away from me
and stay in your mathematical little world
(x+y is far from my reality)
