In my dreams i allways fall right down But there words hurt more than the ground Adults don't really seem to care After the way that i dress they only think it's fair A strict uniform can be seen But underneath the clothes thats where i bleed The fits of rage pump through there vains Sometimes i wish i'd stayed the same Just the new kid, Trying to get along Nobody cares, Nobodys friend Back of the cla**, i never stood up My favorite t-shirt, covered in blood There fun to them is just like one big game My guess is that they don't even know my second name I just get called "the freak" Am i just alone or is this just a dream? Kids will be kids thats how it seams I think there more like a monsters from tv They tease and laugh, call me lame Most times i just run off and cry about my pains Just the new kid, Trying to get along Nobody cares, Nobodys friend Back of the cla**, i never stood up My favorite t-shirt, covered in blood Why? Why? WHY! WHY! My? My? MY! LIFE! WHY MY LIFE! WHY MY LIFE! WHY! Now the new kid, His life is a mess He wanted no trouble, But they could care less The new kid, No plans had been foiled For now the new kid, Is buried in soil