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 class, 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 class, 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