I suddenly remember why,
I hated my own life,
Why do I have to go through this strife,
It feels like I'm being stabbed with a knife,
If this is what makes me a better person then I don't want it.

"Ma'am"
"She's-"
"Her-"
******* all,
Think right, say something,
Correct their words,
But I cannot without feeling the fear,
It wells up inside my chest,
Like a scream waiting to happen.

If I have to go through this everyday again,
I have a feeling Wool Kid just might be revived,
And nobody wants him back.

"Ma'am"
"She's-"
"Her-"
******* my name,
And burn my face,
Take out my chest,
and lay me in a grave.

Respect me won't you?
It's not that hard,
I don't want to be mad