There's something on my back, riding with me in the heavy wind. Someone staring at me. I can never seem to win. Never seem to win. Again, you take me down.
This hate is for you guys! This hate, I can barely open my eyes, you make me sick inside to view such tasteless behaviour, why don't you learn to love the saviour? I just wanna' know...
There's that person, knocking him down. I run over, kids not found. Soon meet up later, to see his jaw like it was cut up in a escalator, what is this hate? This hate is for you guys! Think your all that, you aren't worth a dime, you aren't worth a life, you aren't worth this...
I find that kid and hold his spirit high, I rub his emotions in your face until you suddenly go blind, I watch as you stumble. We walk away and you crumble, too bad. You deserved it after all.
Reason for writing:
Old friend who got picked on.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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