Folding paper into triangles

To see how many I can fit

Someone taps me on the shoulder

Runs away and then says 'now you're it'

Crying in the corridor

I guess I'm not the coolest kid

But when I grow up I'll build myself
A dream and I will live in it

Cause I'm a little engine that could

Still a breakdown if I'm misunderstood

Roaming on this one way track

When I get up this hill

I ain't coming back
They tease me when I'm failing
And they tease me when I'm doing well

So I tear on my books and high up the head
And hope that no one tells

I'm counting down the minutes

Until I can hear the home time bell

And I'm counting down the years
Till I tell everyone to go to hell

Cause I'm a little engine that could

Still a breakdown if I'm misunderstood

Roaming on this one way track

When I get up this hill

I'm not coming back

It's in my mind

It's in my mind

It's in my mind

It's in my mind

It's in my mind

I know in time that I'll be fine

It's in my mind

It's in my mind

I know in time that I'll be fine

It's in my mind

It's in my mind

I know in time that I'll be fine

It's in my mind

It's in my mind

I know in time that I'll be fine

It's in my mind

It's in my mind

It's in my mind