It was a sunny afternoon in a parking lot
A kid was walking home, looking frantically around
Until he finally saw what every day he found
A group of tall athletic kids sitting down and smoking pot
And they saw him and stood up, smiling hideously with glee
The boy turned around and ran, and the kids watched him flee

But you see, the boy couldn’t run, he limped as fast as he could
But his tormentors caught up with him, and shoved him into the ground
They punched and kicked him, but the boy didn’t make any sound
No savior would come, no Superman, so it did no good
And once the sticky blood began to dry onto the street
Did the fourteen boys leave the kid they mercilessly beat

This unrecognizable kid, a kid without a friend
A kid with no guidance, a kid with no support
A kid who all other kids look at and snort
They say, “Oh, him? The stupid cripple? I want his life to end.”
But when asked why later, or anything he did wrong
They just believed that in their normal world, he did not belong

So, this kid sits alone in a corner in every classroom
Everyone ignores him in class, but confronts him in the hall
They yell curses at him and throw him forcefully against the wall
Push him around and drag him by the hair into the bathroom
Pull a switchblade out and his face gets uglier from there
You try telling him to his face there is nothing to fear

Every miserable day, just the same torment
Jocks run up and trip him in front of everyone
He looks for a sign of sympathy in anyone
But the crowd jeers at him “Look at the way his leg is bent!”
Afterwards, it isn’t over, they follow him everywhere
They don’t consider his humanity, don’t even care

There is no place to go, no place to hide
No place he can go to make meaning of his life
He begins to cut himself slowly with a knife
Sat down alone in his pitch-dark bedroom and cried
If there was nothing in this world worth living for
Is there any reason to keep living anymore?

He slowly and sadly ties a noose up by his bed
He puts his head in the hole and pushes the chair
He knows what is coming next, but he doesn’t care
His poor soul is not here, it has already eagerly fled
But before he will go into the darkness, before he will fall
Count on one hand how many people would care at all

A sunny day with the birds singing beautifully
Then the familiar clouds come and they all scatter
The freshly-cut grass is already starting to splatter
Of the dark red blood, it reminds them of him so brutally
Screams and cries echo endlessly through the lonely night
And they look up to the empty sky to look for a star bright

So many people come , but yet not one from his school do
Out of the ones who abused him there was only just one
Not any of the others held a shred of guilt, none
“He deserved it. We are better off this way. Oh, he’s dead? Whew!”
But the one that left the flowers and with his mouth agape
At last knew what it feels like to be in a nightmare with no escape