victim

you make fun of her
just because she different
you make fun of her
just because she good
you make her a victim
of your cruel words
you call her names
that makes her cry at night
you destroy her life
by hating on her
you know what hurts the most
you make sure she also knows
and you pick on that
but the day she died
she called you
told you where to find her
that day gulit spreed through you
faster then light
so i have to ask
will you have an other victim