You, you really wanna blame me

For acting the way I am, even though you don’t know me fully?

You think I’m a bully

You think I do this just to get a laugh

Because you think I will never be good at anything else, ‘cause I’m daft

Well then, you really don’t know me then do yah?

Knees bent, head throb, stomach clenched

Covered in sweat and blood, completely drenched

Vomiting my lunch out from the pain and hurt

Feeling like I should be six feet under the dirt

Telling me I’m worthless, that I’m a complete jerk

Telling me that I would be better off merked

That’s what you makes me feel like

Making me feel all alone because you probably have a family

A mom who loves you, and a hard working daddy

Well guess what, my mom is dead

And my dad’s a deadbeat

Because he beats me for not getting his beer to him soon enough

And when he’s yelling at me, I don’t feel so tough

No, I don’t feel tough at all when you're beating me

Threatening to take my lunch money so you can go on eating

And if I don’t, well then I’ll get a good beating

And the whole thing repeats, at our next meeting

Every time I walk home it’s all the same thing

Dad’s watching TV, telling me to get is fifth alcoholic drink

And after doing so, I then retreat to my room

Where I clench my fists, cut my wrists, and think about my inevitable doom

And you say that I’m doing this for fun

Maybe if you see what my life is like, than you’ll understand why I do this to you

Getting home, all bloody and bruised

Mom having a heart attack asking me how I got misused

Because I always get misused, by you and your dudes

And when she demands a response from me, I refuse

Because I know if I tell, you’ll kill me

At least that’s what you said

When you threatened to tell about “fun” that I have with you

Yeah I pull out my knife and threaten to end you

Because if my dad finds out what I’ve been doing

He’ll kill me too, because that bastard doesn’t have anything better to do

But come to think about it the only person who will benefit from my death, is you

‘Cause if I’m dead, than you’ll feel like you’ve succeeded

‘Cause if I’m dead, than you will think that I have conceded

But if I’m dead, than you’ll just go pick on someone else on this earth

But if I’m dead, than you’ll know for a fact that I am of no worth

But I can’t handle the pain anymore, and the feeling that no one will help me

So maybe it’s time for you to succeed

And me to conceded

And end the pain now