Don’t Be a Teacher 2

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[Verse 1]
[Quiet, resigned]
They sold me a dream with a gold-star smile—
“Shape futures! Light sparks! Go the extra mile!”
But here in the trenches of glitter and glue,
The only thing growing… is my regret—and the flu.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Build urgency]
You’ll bleed your heart dry for minimum pay,
While the suits in their towers sip lattés and say:
“Why aren’t you doing more?”

[Chorus]
[Bitter, anthemic]
Don’t be a teacher… (Don’t be a teacher…)
The weight of the world on a clerk’s paycheck.
Don’t be a teacher… (Don’t be a teacher…)
You’ll break while they preach what you owe to the “next.”
Don’t be a teacher…
Just. Run.

[Verse 2]
[Sharp, escalating frustration]
You’ll beg for a pencil, plead for a chair,
While parents scream you’re why their kid’s “unaware.”
The curriculum’s censored, the tests are a lie—
You’re not a savior. You’re a scapegoat. Apply.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Louder, defiant]
They’ll call you a hero, then slash your supplies,
While CEOs profit from standardized lies.
“Think of the children!”

[Chorus]
[Raw, explosive]
Don’t be a teacher… (Don’t be a teacher…)
A cog in the machine grinding hope into dust.
Don’t be a teacher… (Don’t be a teacher…)
They’ll weaponize passion ‘til you combust.
Don’t be a teacher…
Just. Run.

[Bridge]
[Whispered, haunting]
You’ll lie awake, tallying all that you’ve lost:
The sleep, the joy, the years it cost…
Your students? They’ll vanish like ghosts in the hall—
But the debt, the doubt? You’ll keep it all.

[Final Chorus]
[Screamed, chaotic, with layered vocals]
DON’T BE A TEACHER! (Don’t be—)
Your soul’s not a martyr for their hollow “cause”!
DON’T BE A TEACHER! (Don’t be—)
They’ll drain you, then spit you out, clapping applause.
DON’T. BE. A. TEACHER.
BREAK. FREE.

[Outro]
[Echoing, desolate]
Trade your red pen for a life that’s your own…
Before the chalk dust settles deep in your bones.
Don’t be—
Don’t be—
Don’t…

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