I try to be perfect,

don't talk out, get good grades,

So people think I'm perfect,

think I've got it made.

Well, one day I couldn't hold it,

had to let my feelings show,

that's the day when anger consumed me,

the day when blood began to flow.

This one guy, a real class clown,

stood up and yelled so cheerfully,

the teacher got mad, cancelled tryouts,

I just sat there tearfully.

That day after class,

I stayed back a bit,

my anger in full bloom,

my fires were lit.

He turned a corner, the halls deserted,

he had no idea I was there,

packed his bag, put on his coat,

and the fool went down the stair.

I lay in wait,

calculating the time,

I thought to myself,

revenge will be sublime.

You can figure out the rest,

he was found dead the next day,

the teachers and classes were horrified,

I looked heartbroken, keeping my laughter at bay.