You Come Beating Like Moth's Wings

Sometimes I really enjoy school! I love classes that teach me things, while inspiring me. I like teachers that are passionate. It just sucks when you are in a class that has none of those three things, and you are expected to attend, enjoy, and pass it. I need to pass. I just don't care enough.
And there lies my problem. I've never learned to do things because I have to, but rather to do them because I want to. Sure that sounds great and all, but when I despise a class and everything about it, but have to pass, I'm in quite a pickle.

I'm done. Moth's wings.

Dear friend, as you know
Your flowers are all withering
Your mother's gone missing
Your leaves have drifted away

But the clouds are clearing up
And I've come reveling
Burning incandescently
Like a bastard on the burning sea

But you're just like your father
Buried deep under the water
You're resting on your laurels
And stepping on my toes

Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyways?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground

You come beating like moth's wings
Spastic and violently--
Whipping me into a storm
Shaking me down to the core

But you've run away from me
And you've left me shimmering
Like diamond wedding rings
Spinning dizzily down on the ground

But you're just like your father
Buried deep under the water
You're resting on your laurels
And stepping on my toes

Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyways?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground

I'm going to class now.