All the other kids with their pumped up kicks
better run better run outrun my gun
And all the other kids with their pumped up kicks

better run better run faster than my bullet

Cuz I'm 16 with problems at home

I got no close friends, I'm in this world alone
At lunch I eat food while I'm on the phone
Make believe that there's more than a dial tone

Trying to keep busy, don't let them see
That I'm hurting inside, and begging them please
But they all expect me to be the next big thing

Like the quiet kid must be working harder than me
So I play the part, but getting grades is hard
Yeah, even with an IQ off the charts

But I'm too damn smart, I ignore the heart
But it won't last long I'm falling apart
Frustration to violence, I close my eyelids

Living in silence, I chose to hide this
Under the rug where no one will find this
Hoping that someone will cure me with kindness


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I got sad one day so I cut myself
Because I read about it online; thought it would help
But when my dad found out, he got out the belt

He added pain to pain when it was all I felt
The counselor said "kid you've got problems"
"Well no %#@!, Sherlock can you solve them?"

Drugged me up, he kept me from falling
But the only thing keeping me alive was blogging
So I skipped school meds made me exhausted

Dad got mad, took my laptop and tossed it
Where I kept my poems...my life, I'd lost it
So I ran upstairs and stole his gun from the closet

I know how I'll make him see
Get back at the world for what's wrong with me
And I will laugh in their face as the other kids flee

I will shoot up everything

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