school be to much Every single time I always seem to get in a fus It seems like how people make a statement is to cuss Following the crowd They make fun of us We call a playground They want us to rust School is sus and I think we all know it Thier seems like thier is to much show it Theirs to much to cover up Thiers to much to hide thiers to many times kids cry The only thing can do is run and hide Teacher think this can be resolved with hugs and lies My name is Zane pepole think I’m sped I probably better of dead The other stuff they call me brings me pain can’t express this feeling it will make my blood burst from my vains Every single day I act like it’s ok They making fun of me day to day waiting for me to lose it and break up into a fit They think all they have to do is hiss Well I’m done this is not fun They won’t be able to make this up with a kiss I show them that I won’t let them make me pissed They might as well run off And go get this mail That says get away you failed Trying to make my life hell Now pepole think it’s that easy to say some words and make pepole leave them alone and suck thier pps Life’s not like that this is not a problem that can be fixed during lunch You try to prove your self to these kids But then you got to realize to worry about yourself naw that just brings you hell They come back every day calling you gay bringing you pain slamming you like thier a train and you crash like a broken plane