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I don't wanna go to school mom
The kids are mean
I Try to be a nice guy
They pick on me
From the size of my body
To holes in my jeans
I seem to get picked last
On all sport teams
I'm a mess
Goddammit I'm stressed
I just wanna cry
I keep losing my breath
When everyone around me
Keeps on succeeding
I'm stuck in this rut
That keeps on repeating
Gotta fake sick
So I can leave the classroom
Gotta raise my hand
So I can use the bathroom
Just to get away
Let me take a minute
Bottle up the pain
Then back another inning
Sick of getting picked on
Sick of getting bullied
If you was a victim
You would get it fully
People wanna talk shit
So I tell the teacher
Send em to the office
Then they wanna beat ya
I just wanna drop out
I just wanna quit
I just wanna give up
I'm sick of being hit
I'm sick of being labelled
Such a fucking little bitch
And it's getting on my nerves
Everytime I get hit

Tired of the jokes
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of my folks
Think I'm una lose it
Ammo in my backpack
Think I'm una use it
Think I'm una use it
Tired of the jokes
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of my folks
Think I'm una lose it
Ammo in my backpack
Think I'm una use it
Think I'm una use it

Everybody down
On the fucking ground now
If you move a damn inch
Imma blow ya brains out
Bet you think it's funny
Making me look like the dummy
Go ahead now
Try to steal my lunch money
Everyone up in this room
Is bout' to fucking die
You got until the count of ten
Get ready say goodbye
Before I pull the trigger
Open all your eyes
Look at what you've done to me
Don't you fucking cry
I don't wanna hear your sorry
I don't wanna hear your lies
I just wanna kill myself
And end this wicked life
Mama wouldn't miss me
Dad is fucking dead
And after this is over
Just a bullet to my head
I won't let it happen
To another human being
To go what I go through
And see what I've seen
This is what you've made me
This is who I am
You can make yourself
Damn

Tired of the jokes
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of my folks
Think I'm una lose it
Ammo in my backpack
Think I'm una use it
Think I'm una use it

If we can stop the bullying
Just maybe
We can stop the violence

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