What do you want to do?
I don't know what about you?

Well we could...
Well maybe we should...

No.. No.. We need a bigger reaction.
We need to take a bigger action.

Things aren't looking great for us.
All we need to do is work up a great fuss.

Cause total confusion.
Set up a great illusion.

Make them work together.
Gather them all up with a tether.

Hook them in with the information we feed.
Let the worry grow, like a flower from a seed.

2013- 2001- 1941
And it's only just begun.

Bullying should not be a way of life
You never know what that person is going through
You wouldn’t want it to happen to you too,
Would you?
So why would you do it to someone else?
Making their life a living hell
Because something in your life isn’t great
You might just cause them to take their own fate
And even if it wasn’t just you;
It was a group of your friends too,
Who said it cool and it was alright
Probably went home and slept all night
But that one kid that you choose to pick on
Stayed up all night long
Thinking about what you said in school
That day you thought you were just so cool
Went down to the kitchen and got a knife
And that is where he took his life.

During the next day at school, you see some police
One of your buddies comes running up to you
Crying and saying dude what did you put me upto?
You know that kid from yesterday?
The one we made fun of in the hallway?
He killed himself last night
They found him with a knife
Stabbed through his heart with a note by his side
Saying lord please help those who choose to hide
From those who pick on them and think they are cool
And to remind them this is only high school
That you will get through it and to stay strong
Because you really do belong
But for me myself I know I did belong

And I really tried to stay strong
I new I shouldn’t give into what they say
But I did it any ways
And I know I will regret it so very much
But you don’t understand I had enough
Tell my mother I’m sorry and I love her
That I will be okay now
There is no need to frown
For I am safe here
So don’t shed a tear
For God loves me and I will stay near

So as for you who choose to bully
I just ask you one thing please share my story
To the other kids around the school
Who think they are so **** cool
Now, your friend has come to you
To share what he knows
But really hes the one that chose
To tell the police that he wasn’t guilty
That it was you that said those filthy
Words to that child
Even though they were quite mild
It still made an impact on his life
So next time just think twice

This isn't the end.
There's more to go on.
Don't try to pretend.
You do belong.

Work up the courage.
To live down the fear.
You do have a purpose.
Even if its not clear.

Try to be brave, and stay strong.
Don't listen to them they're probably wrong.
Believe in yourself thats all you need.
Just have a little faith and you will succeed.

Take a minute and look at yourself
Have you done the things you’ve wanted?
Or are your plans on a shelf?
Feared of being taunted?
For something you want to do.
Don’t worry about what they have to say, they don’t know the real you.

Don’t worry about tomorrow,
When you're only at today.
There’s no part of your life that can be borrowed.
So just don’t waste it away.
Because it’s your life,
And that’s not the purpose.
And maybe if you live it right.
It will all be worth it.

So instead of looking at the bad,
Focus on the good.
Don’t think about the things you should of had,
Because if you needed them you would.
Life shouldn’t be based on what you want,
Nor based on what others have to say.
Through out your life you’ve been taught.
To look the other way.

So why don’t you make that connect,
Put together the things you have learned.
Because in the end you will be the one that it will affect.
So stand up because it’s your turn.

What are we fighting for?
An acceptance of society?
Who opens and shuts that door?
Who decided what’s propriety?

When did we become so depending on each other?
That we can’t think for our self?
When did we stop respecting one another?
We are not just objects on a shelf.
We have our own minds.
Our own thoughts and dreams.
No two are the same kind.
When did we all become so mean?

What’s so great about being the same?
If you ask me,
I think that’s pretty lame.

I will not be defined as someone you know.
I will not be defined because of the places I happen to go.

I will not be defined because of my hair or skin.
I will not be defined because i'm thick or thin.

I will not be defined by you.
Because your definition if me is not true.

I am my own person, with my own thoughts and desires.
And i will not be told who I am by all you liars.