it's not working, rewrite one

you're at your hometown high school
you're in the tenth grade
you are in homeroom, hiding
under the desk and you're afraid
all the students, all the staff
are afraid and shaking, too
you can see the teacher
doing all she's been taught to do
but it's not working
it's not working

you've been through the drill before
but none of this seems real
why would anybody ask
what army jackets might conceal
but when you heard the shots
this time, you knew something was wrong
there was someone out there
who did not belong
nothing's working
it's not working

it started at the second lunch
you were bored in physics class
but you heard footsteps walking
down the hall and moving past
entering each classroom
shooting open every door
you pray and plead in silence
that they won't want any more
but it's not working
nothing's working

as you hear the squeaking
of sneakers from the hall
you think about your parents
and your friends, but most of all
you pray to your savior
you beg of your God
and then you hear
the turning of the doorknob
but it's not working
it's not working
it's not working
nothing's working