They said "get away from me,
Get away with that hair",
I don't care; I don't care,
Ok so maybe I do care,
Why all of a sudden am I pretending?
Being bullied might be my ending,
I have my hair how I want,
You can laugh and you can jeer,
But when it comes to balls mine are the ones here,
Do you dare to do something like that,
No; you just follow the trend you prat,
You say I have no balls well I do,
You don't even say it to my face,
You think I'll floor you,
I'm not violent anymore,
No anger just feeling sore,
Alone and depressed; I can't help it,
So don't rub my face in the s**t,
I wont stand up to you,
I'm much too weak,
But at least I can stand on my two f**king feet,
You lean on others,
People in the crowd,
You shout out names,
Abusive and loud,
But I'm the quiet one that takes it all in,
Cries later; is it such a sin,
Get away the words play in my head,
Just two little words make me wish to be dead,
Suicidal again it's not hard to snap,
When you're feeling so low,
When you're feeling so crap |
