For those who are down, and have committed suicide I stand
For those that have passed through the hardships of life I stand
For those who are always being thrown and being bullied I stand
I stand for me I stand for them and I stand for those who are in need
I stand for all of the people who are killing themselves because they are bullied
I have the allusion of being something, but the allusion is slowly fading away
The allusion I once had is being drowned to the deep deep ends of the ocean
and to bring back that allusion is to wait one hundred years for what?
Wait one hundred years of dreaming and not being bullied no more,
Wanting someone to listen to me and pay attention to every word that
comes out of my mouth, wanting someone to not just look at me when somebody else
is bullying me, but wanting people to take action for what others are doing,
I want to be free and fly sometimes because I can't keep going with the same self-esteem
of having no one to support me, no one that listens to me, no one that has the mere guts to stand
up for me and say something I want bullying to stop.