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)