He's the kid you walkpast everyday at school
You stick your nose up at him-"pshh this boy is uncool"
Every day he endures, but each new day insures pain
He tries his best to maintian but in the end its all vain
Reading silently in class why cant his peers just leave him alone
their jaunts and jibes resounding like it was said on a microphone
So one day he just lost it-gave up-his toll to live was just too much
wrote some letters to his family members and such and such
left em on his desk next to his favorite books
Stood up in class- no one even bothered to look
He slid a gun out of his pocket a little pistol
Stuck it to his chin-pulled the trigger and released the missle
That was the end of his pain-he laid their in class dead
The onlookers stared at his body full of morbid dread
The blood pooled on the floor mixed with cold hard lead
It was silent in that room, not a word was said
One day later the kid was laid to rest
Roses from his school laid across his tux and vest
And the thing that could have saved him was all those kids respect
See, this is what can happen if instead of love you chose to reject
