Nobody else cares,
So why should you?
All he was was the geeky boy you made fun of.
The main impact of all your ridicule,
all he wanted was to fit in.

Now he definitly is the most popular kid
He is all you guys want to talk about.
Really though; was his life really worth it?
You guys should think about what you say.

You guys might as well have slid the blade across his skin.
Tied the noose around his neck and pushed the chair from below his feet.
Its classified as suicide but I call it murder.

You drove him to his last breath.
Drove him straight to nonexistance.
To his very breaking point.
Did you ever stop to think about what you where saying?
Where it could lead to?
No, I guess not I have the body to prove it.
The blood on the ground to make you think twice.
Your a killer, a murder.
Soon to be a serial killer,
because there will be more.
You cant keep your mouth shut.
That blood on your hands will never wash away.
No chance, No way.

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