Verse- Greg he had a normal life, a mom and dad who cared who put in extra hours to keep the roof over head. People would laugh when Greg would walk by confused by his odd ways and the clothes he would wear. People were mean, then they got worse more than one person can stand.

Pre- His final note read.


Chorus- Why are you mean? Do I not mean a thing? In this cruel cruel world, when I am alone. How could you not see what a little sympathy can do for someone, when you have no one?


Verse- Thursday 6am, mom says breakfast is done Greg is no where to be found. Mom walks those creaky stairs, thinking he's sleeping late again, she opens his door confused and unsure. Screaming doesn't help, as she loosens his rope, knowing she's lost her only son.

Pre- His final note read.


Chorus- Why are you mean? Do I not mean a thing? In this cruel cruel world, when I am alone. How could you not see what a little sympathy can do for someone, when you have no one?


Outro- Greg lived for 15 years, 15 bullied years, way less than his peers.