Young Child-Opss

Hello kids do you like violence?

Wanna run way from all the red and blue sirens and not tell your mom

but keep it in silence

learn to be a criminal just like i did

And hit on hot girls and be dirty minded

did your dad run away like mine did?

i know its tragic..but wait at least we have something in common

Lets tell people we love being forgotten

Parents wont understand us like were speaking in Latin

come back home with a broken nose

parents screaming "what the fuck happened?!"

"mom i just tripped and fell on the pavement "

but in reality that jerk bully beat me up for entertainment

it was mentally driving you to insanity

making fun of you nationality, the way you speak

and how your parents doing financially

you wanted to jump of a bridge and die instantly

The problem was he just wouldnt leave you alone

at moments like those you wish you would be unknown

wake up every morning with the same frown

just like yesterday, today your going to have to give your lunch away

but one day you wake you thinking

"FUCK HIM,FUCK THAT,HE CAN SUCK THAT"

So you grab you baseball bat and put it in your bag

head to school like a crazy maniac because your mad that hes ass been

always bullying your ass

and how in the hall way he is never letting you pass

so your about to smack hes brains out at last

your getting closer and closer

your brain is telling you to stop but your anger is telling you to take over

you have butterflies in your stomach

and your feelings are on a constant rollercoaster

but you know for sho that your gonna remember this forever

So you see him across the hall trying to pick up a chick

you swing for hes head...but accidentally HIT THE OPPOSITE

NOW THIS BITCHES HEAD IS CUT OPEN...everyone is there looking at me

unspoken

WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I JUST DONE!!!

i run out the like a superhuman

wishing i would wake up and all this would be a dream

or i was actin and this would be the ending scene

but no!!! i could still hear the screams

wishing i could erase this from my memories