Daylight crawls through the trees, and she lifts up her head.
She rubs the sleep out her eyes as she hops off the bed -
Off to school where the teenagers call her bad names;
they don't know all the shit inside she must contain -
So they tease, and they kick; now she pulls out a gun;
her eyes gleam as she watches them stumble and run.
Pull the trigger; she feels bigger, but she's still annoyed.
There's no way to feel pain when you're overjoyed.

Don't touch; you'll just make her bleed.
Each second is another bad deed.

She remembers those words - "You're a bitch" , "You're a dyke."
They never thought twice - "You will never be liked."
Now her rage in bullets has gone to their brains;
it's the hatred inside which drives her insane.
Now the cops come alone; ten dead now one more.
They shoot back, but she ducks, and she races to the door.
Falls to knees; she yells "Please, all I wanted was friends."
Turns the gun on herself, and puts her life to an end.

The temptation to live is juxtapose;
watch her fall like petals on a wild rose.

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