Victims

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