Lyrics

I don't wanna go to school mom The kids are mean I Try to be a nice guy They pick on me From the size of my body To holes in my jeans I seem to get picked last On all sport teams I'm a mess Goddammit I'm stressed I just wanna cry I keep losing my breath When everyone around me Keeps on succeeding I'm stuck in this rut That keeps on repeating Gotta fake sick So I can leave the classroom Gotta raise my hand So I can use the bathroom Just to get away Let me take a minute Bottle up the pain Then back another inning Sick of getting picked on Sick of getting bullied If you was a victim You would get it fully People wanna talk shit So I tell the teacher Send em to the office Then they wanna beat ya I just wanna drop out I just wanna quit I just wanna give up I'm sick of being hit I'm sick of being labelled Such a fucking little bitch And it's getting on my nerves Everytime I get hit Tired of the jokes Tired of the bullshit Tired of my folks Think I'm una lose it Ammo in my backpack Think I'm una use it Think I'm una use it Tired of the jokes Tired of the bullshit Tired of my folks Think I'm una lose it Ammo in my backpack Think I'm una use it Think I'm una use it Everybody down On the fucking ground now If you move a damn inch Imma blow ya brains out Bet you think it's funny Making me look like the dummy Go ahead now Try to steal my lunch money Everyone up in this room Is bout' to fucking die You got until the count of ten Get ready say goodbye Before I pull the trigger Open all your eyes Look at what you've done to me Don't you fucking cry I don't wanna hear your sorry I don't wanna hear your lies I just wanna kill myself And end this wicked life Mama wouldn't miss me Dad is fucking dead And after this is over Just a bullet to my head I won't let it happen To another human being To go what I go through And see what I've seen This is what you've made me This is who I am You can make yourself Damn Tired of the jokes Tired of the bullshit Tired of my folks Think I'm una lose it Ammo in my backpack Think I'm una use it Think I'm una use it (Outro) If we can stop the bullying Just maybe We can stop the violence
Writer(s): Shaun Michael Lichtenstein, Mark Roberge, Nico Raymond Degiacomo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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