Hurry, run
They all smell fear
Don't look now
They're drawing near

We flee from those
Who tower in the halls
The ones who mock us
And push us into walls

They copy our walks
And our looks of fear
We quicken our pace
And rapidly wipe the tears

"Dont be so childish"
"Want a clean slate?"
"We will stop when we want to"
But it might be too late

They see our scared faces
Rushing in the halls
But they don't see the blood streaked arms
That stay inside our room walls.

Hurry, run
They all smell fear
Dont look now...
Shh its too late my dear.