Stanza 1: They attack me every day, it’s impossible to think,
That savages like these, actually do exist.
Do they like me or are they jealous of what I have?
Or are they just plain twisted?
I won’t want to know, because that will mean I have to:
Peek into their dead souls or actually look into their rotten heads.
Stanza 2: I won’t let them break me, though it already looks so,
They think that if they continue long enough, it will DESTROY my soul.
Think on, you idiots, if you’ve got brains that is.
You terrorize people into helping you, yet you can’t see the pain you caused in their eyes.
Stanza 3: You bully them to the point of suicide; you terrorize those who care,
If anyone did that to you, would you think it as fair?You may think I’m writing for writing sake,
But this, my friends is a very deadly snake: BULLYING.
Help who are victims, withdrawn from the entire world,
Help them to come out, stand up
Scream and shout for the world to hear.
Let them say “I won the fight, I won the race”,
“I passed the test with good old Pain as my friend”