IXL Blues

(ahhhh) Open up the screen and I see that yellow sign

Another eighty questions staring down my mind

I click on the box and my stomach starts to twist This

is the kind of torture that shouldn't

even exist

I was at ninety-five,

now I'm back to eighty-two

One wrong step and it resets everything I do (no,

no, no)

Oh, I hate this screen,

but I need the grade Watching all my progress start to fade

Three little letters making me cry

I try so hard but the score won't go high

(why, oh why)

Staring at the timer,

it's past eleven PM If I close my eyes,

I'll see those math equations again

My hand is on the mouse and it's shaking from the dread

I just want to close the lid and

go to bed

Just three letters

Only three letters (hummmm)