Bullying...Bullying...10 years ago in Scraps More Like This
How could you, delinquent child,
Possibly know what torture you put me through.
Every weekday starting half eight
And every night time after,
You drown my pillow with your boiling blood
And push me away with laughter.
Someday you'll notice
How stupid and childish you are
While I rise up over you, holding all gazes
Looking at your pleading face; Let me live!
I shower you with sharply sparkling jewels
See? now it's mine to give.
All that hate is no longer driven,
Believe me now, your sins are forgiven.