Wanna know why I shot up the school?




Do you know what i'm about to do?

As I bend over and tie my shoe.

Walk through the gates straight into the school,

Drop my bag, look and find my tools.

Do you know why I shoot my gun?

Look at what society has done.

Pointing and laughing, oh it was just a joke?

I hope you choke on your fucking cigarette smoke.

Better yet, let me do you a huge favor.

Open your mouth and tell me this guns flavor.

Afterall, it was my brothers last meal.

Do you know the heart breaking pain I feel?

Losing my little brother to suicide.

You pathetic bullies always made my brother cry.

There's nothing left, but to finish this act.

I hope you don't expect me to handle this with tact.

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