He's in his room, you can hear a pin drop.
He's still tired from running from his school to his home.
Quetly he cries, doesn't want his to know.
That he's affraid to get butt-kicked as he sneaks out the window.
In his dreams, he holds the gun up to their heads and pulls the trigger.
In his dreams, nobody survived they we're shot while trying to escape.
And his haircut, the most ugly human roof
His thick glasses are allmost bullet proof.
Though he's smarter then the other kids his age.
His mind is overshadowed by his rage.
In his dreams, he holds the gun up to their heads and pulls the trigger.
In his dreams, nobody survived they we're shot while trying to escape.
He knows this won't last forever
And hopes that having brains and being clever,
Will help him to get closer to a peaceful solution.