GPA

I walked into class, feelin’ kinda brave,

Then I saw the board and my smile just caved.

X and Y got beef again,

And I’m stuck in the middle with my lil’ pink pen.

Quadratic drama, functions that lie,

My calculator’s cryin’, so am I.

Why’s there a letter inside this math stew?

What the heck did Algebra ever do?

Math hurts, like a bad ex textin’ back,

Like a pop quiz ambush in your backpack.

Yeah, math hurts, and it’s taking me down,

One tear-stained worksheet from Clown Town.

If logic’s love, then I’m betray-ay-ed—

Math’s just a pain in the GPA!

Yeah, math hurts, and it’s killin’ my vibe,

Got me Googlin’ answers like it’s a full-time job

I stayed up late tryin’ to factor fate,

Now my brain’s more fried than my dinner plate.

Yeah, math hurts, and it’s taking me down,

One tear-stained worksheet from Clown Town.

If logic’s love, then I’m betray-ay-ed—

Math’s just a pain in the GPA!

Pi goes on and on—like my suffering,

I divide, I cry, I hear equations sing.

They said math’s beautiful—well, that’s just great,

Beauty must’ve skipped me at coordinate eight!

Math hurts, like my brain when it’s broke,

Like telling a joke, but I’m the joke.

I’d rather take finals with a broken leg

Than do one more proof with a math-shaped plague.

Yeah, math hurts, but I still survive,

With a snack, a cry, and that 2.5.

So raise your pencil, scream “No way!”—

Math’s just a pain in the GPA!