• I kick a stone across the playground
    Iv seen this to many times
    I could walk blinded and still not die
    There was to much stress on that boy
    They had to push him to far in a food room
    Now the walls are covered in blood
    He’s crying out of help
    He cant control his anger
    No one liked him before
    Ever one hates him now
    People are trying to be the best
    The kids wanted to show of
    So they left him bleeding
    Now they want to be the best by stopping him
    Its all power as I walk to the food room
    The boys no were to be seen
    The blood on the floor welcomes all
    It’s a trap for the stupid
    He hides some were keeping his eyes open
    The dead girls on the floor in there dead scream
    The wrong step on the blood make it flow to him
    That’s the hidden trap he watching the blood
    No need to talk he cant hear
    The boy inside all ready dead just a body
    Bent on anger running around with a knife
    He never get any were
    People hated him before and all ways
    They wont believe him when he told them all
    He said there sons been hitting them
    They say there son to good for that
    They don’t know any thing
    Bent on lies and trying to be best
    Now your sons dead
    You just want that boy killed
    As I walk in the school