a lyric about bullying and the result. |
He tried hiding underneath the table But was still kicked around Battered and defenseless, really unable That day he wanted to die Not a single friend in this entire world Thought nothing was unforgiving As he sat there watching the squirrels He was bloody, bruised and bare Pains of a youngster pouring on out Too hard for him to deal with No one would listen to his crying doubts He’s within need of dying help A youngster growing with irritable pains Wishing that people would just let go But they’ve left a mark Wanting to take the gun and the final blow As it’s become too much Pains of a youngster pouring on out Too hard for him to deal with No one would listen to his crying doubts He’s within need of dying help A youngster growing with irritable pains Becoming too much for him to deal with Becoming so difficult Why can’t he be as strong as his hero myth? As he loaded a gun No one to protect him any further in his mind Put the gun to his head As he pulled the trigger, the stars aligned Battered soul destroyed Pains of a youngster pouring on out Too hard for him to deal with No one would listen to his crying doubts He’s within need of dying help A youngster growing with irritable pains |