Don’t Look at Teacher Jane

[Verse 1] Her glasses glint, a cold refrain, The chalkboard cracks beneath her strain. A ruler taps, a measured beat, In time, off time, discordant feet. The walls are thin, they whisper pain, Don’t look, don’t look at Teacher Jane. [Chorus] Don’t look, don’t look, avert your eyes, Her stare is sharp, it cuts, it pries. The room’s a cage, the air’s a chain, Don’t look, don’t look at Teacher Jane. [Verse 2] Her shadow bends, it twists, it curls, A tempest caught in iron pearls. The clock’s hands stutter, trip, and fall, No rhythm holds within these walls. The ceiling hums a muted strain, Don’t look, don’t look at Teacher Jane. [Bridge] The guitar screams in jagged lines, A fractured hymn, a war of signs. The strings protest, the frets complain, A furious hymn for Teacher Jane. [Chorus] Don’t look, don’t look, avert your eyes, Her gaze is fire, it burns, it tries. The lesson’s writ in blood and rain, Don’t look, don’t look at Teacher Jane. [Outro] The notes collapse, a crumbling stair, Discordant echoes fill the air. A silence lingers, sharp and plain, And still, we won’t face Teacher Jane.