I'll go From This Place;

You could just say that I can't be here

Instead of stabbing my back

You could say that I'm not deft or smart

And not listing all things that I lack

I know that I'm short, please don't point it out

I've always been looking up high

I'm not so neat and tidy, my room is a mess

Well, don't you just ever wonder why?

But I can draw well, and my music's not bad

And debate isn't far from my reach

I'm good with some paints, I've patience til now,

Enough to have patience to teach

Don't say that I'm bad, and I am just no good

And don't point out marks on my face

I've had enough here, I'm sad and it's clear

Believe me, I'll go from this place...