He sticks to the back streets and the alleys he sees through black eyes.
Moving through shadows. From battles. He`s scarring inside.
He knows the hallways. He always avoids the south side.
And they find him cause sometimes there`s nowhere to hide.
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The fist feels so lonely. And everyone`s watching.
The fist feels so lonely. Their eyes are exhausting.
Inside something dies. He`s buried alive. Buried alive.
They brag about it now shout it now faggot`s his name.
He hears the girls laugh as they pass the blood tastes like shame.
He won`t give them what they want and scream out in pain.
Now he`s naming his bullets and he`s taking aim.
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Now they say he was crazy. No pushed to the edge.
They all comfort the children the hallways are red.
And the bullies know the truth but it`s all left unsaid.
The children know the truth its stuck in their heads.