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!