After all - it was your Privilege

[Harmony Lupin]

Lunch time. A place for all the little groups and clicks to get together, and sit around a nice circular table. They chat, gossip, and eat of course. Others taunt, others just sit around doing nothing. Then, there are some - like the nerdy bunch - who take this time to Hoover over their laptops, or do their homework so they don't have to do it later. A snort could be heard from the entrance of the outside food area. A girl, in her school uniform walked into the food court, an acoustic guitar resting in her right hand. Her tie was untied, and her shirt untucked. A mass amount of bracelets where on both her wrists, exceeding the allowed amount. But, since when did she care?

For Harmony Lupin, Lunch time was not a social hour. It was a musical hour. She smirked, making her way over to her normal old wooden table, her big black combat boots making little noise as they were pressed against the cement of the concrete floor. Sitting on top of the table Harmony tuned up her guitar, and then began to play - like she did every lunch period. Getting past the normal intro, she began to sing.

Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere
Maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor
Find yourself a backdoor

I see you in line, dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
The day you were born, you were born free
That is your privilege

Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
Doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor
Find yourself a backdoor

I see you in line, dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
The day you were born, you were born free
That is your privilege