Opens the door dad I’m home son why the hell are you talking to me when the games on
But I passed my test in school do u think I care you’re going to be like all the other rejects out there
You should’ve played football or soccer like me but no you want to sit on your butt your nothing like me you see
that’s how my home life is nothing goods comes out from a battered kid it started when I was 12 or 13 that is around the time I punched the first kid they were talking about me and they were looking real big
They never knew that I had a battered past I hit the first one O what a rush kicked him in the stomach and saw all the blood gush
when I punched him the nose I felt better when others I hung with were under the weather they were scared when I walked past the knew I was real bad whenever I punched or hit I thought about my big dad
And if they test me they’d really see the real meaning of pain and agony now I’m the hospital laying here feeling lonely and detached who knew that me the best bully had found his true match