How about I wring your neck
...or my own right in front of you
Would you still laugh
Say I was a slut
Or would you just shove me into a locker and forget all about me.
You pride yourself on the applause of my tears, while I wallow in it
You are lower than me in reality
But everyone is living in a fantasy
A fantasy I dont have the privelage of reading.
You stomp on my back like your climbing up stairs
Just to get a little higher
When ever you take another step
Everyones watching you,
Laughing at me
How bout I blow up your staircase
...do a little suicide bombing
Would you still laugh
Say I was a creep
Or would you just push me into a locker and forget all about me,
move on to the next actor to play the bad guy in your fantasy
Get a kick out of something new
Play a new game learn the new rules
Though it doesnt matter,
You'll just break them
How bout I shoot up the place
...or myself right in front you
After reading this to your face
Wait for it...
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BANG!
Your not laughing
Your not calling me names
Im not in a locker
You have no one
Everyone has snapped back to reality
And I'm gone.
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BANG
Down goes another one
A lonely soul
Looking for affection
Looking for the truth
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BANG
BANG
You better think
Before you do
Or else...
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Bang is coming for you