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The girls ask why I wear all blackThe girls ask why I wear all blackAnd I'm hesitating to answer backTo tell the truth or lieTo give up a chance or tryExplain my petty insecurityTell them how they all laugh at meRisk that they'll just do the sameRisk the humiliation, the burning shameDrag them into my pity partyAnd endure all of their fake sympathyA second of hesitation has gone byToo late, the only word is goodbyeI could have said how I feel so fatHow I feel like I'm the one everyone is snickering atBut what would they knowWith their slender waists, what I undergoI could have said how I feel so uglyAnd hear their false assurances that I'm prettyI could have told of how people think I'm annoying or creepyAnd watch their glossed smiles tell just how I should beAnd the ones that call me their friendsKeep me for amusement, and then it all endsThey invite me to sit with them while they eatBut it's on the outside, that sits my reserved seatThey've already chosen their alliesAnd it's up to me to real
BulliesVerbal, physical, cyber.It’s all the same.Walking through these corridors, an outcast.Ignorance fueling your hate,You think you look ‘cool’ do you?That girl you left crying,That boy, bruised and bleeding.It’s just a fucked up game to you.Games have rulesAs actions have consequences.That ‘fat bitch’, she forces herself to purge. She cries looking in the mirror every night.That ‘faggot’ you told is a disgrace. He is more capable of love than you will ever be.That ‘ugly cow’ is more beautiful than you will ever be even with your inches of makeup.That pregnant ‘slag’. Maybe there is a story behind it. Did you stop to think she may have been violated? Or maybe she has it all planned out, with a long term partner, a job, a future with a gorgeous young child she has always wanted. You aren't exactly a nun yourself.That ‘emo’ you told to hang herself. Those wounds are a result of your relentless b