I like to think that I'm very smart
But the choices I make are rather daft
Mistakes can't be made;
Smart people always get the perfect grade
If people think I'm smart
Then maybe they'd listen to the words I say
As I sit here and pretend to know
Everything about anything,
But let's not kid ourselves; I can barely add two
If I use big words, is that enough
To convince you of my aptitude for books?
Do you ever realize that half the words I say
Don't mean what I think they do?
The pressure to be an Einstein is so great
That anything less than perfect
Will cost me my grade, no room for mistakes
Why the pressure?
Why not let me be a kid for just a second more?
The real world is just around the corner
So let me enjoy my youth
As the minutes pass me by
Instead of pressuring me into being this smartass
Who must always get the perfect score
Or is that simply too much to ask for?