Music : Nico Raymond Degiacomo
Victims
I don’t wanna go to school,Mom
The kids are mean
I tried 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 sport team
I’m a mess.Goddamnit,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
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 them to the office then they wanna beat ya
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 labeled. Such a F little B
and it’s getting on my nerves every time I get hit
Everytime I get hit
Tired of the jokes.Tired of the B.
Tired of my folks
think I’m gonna lose it.
Ammo in my backpack
think I’m gonna use it, yeah, think I’m gonna use it
thin i’m gonna use it
tired of the jokes.tired of the B
Tired of my folks.Think i’m gonna use it
Ammo in my backpack.Think I’m gonna use it.
Think I’m gonna use it
everybody down on the ****ing ground now
I’mma blow your brains out
Bet you think it‘s funny
Making me look like the dummy
go ahead now trynna steal my lunch money
everyone up in this room is about to F die
you got until the count of ten
Get ready say goodbye
before I pull the trigger
open all your eyes
looking what you‘ve done to me
Don’t you F cry?
I don‘t wanna hear ur sorry
I don’t wanna hear ur lies
I just wanna kill myself
and end this wicked life
Mama wouldn’t miss me.Daddy’s F 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 made me
This is who I am
you can make yourself .Damn
Tired of the jokes.Tired of the B
Tired of my folks
think I‘m gonna lose it.Ammo in my backpack
think I’m gonna use it
Think I‘m gonna use it.POO
If we can stop the bullying.Just maybe
We can stop the violence