Sometimes we all have our dreams and childish feelings,
I know we do,
I had two where I had the ears and a tail of a Panda,
Now I feel I currently have them,
If I had the ears of a Panda,
If had the tail too,
I must do
What I must do,
If I had the ears of a Panda,
I'd want you to have them too...

We sing a song,
And sing a long,
We dance,
And prance,
And go along,
Oh we sing a song,
And sing a long,
We eat,
And beat,
And hurt and make things go wrong,
Oh we sing a song,
And sing a long,
Since bullies are meant for this song.

Seeking the unseekable,
Falling up,
Melting into solid,
Cloning the uncloneable,
Finding the unfindable,
Doing the undoable,
Living while dead,
I have been impossible.

Traffic on foot,
Running to and fro,
Trying to go to a destination,
And get away with procrastination.
Forgot your homework?
Surely you'll turn it in late.
Forgot lunch?
Buy one or starve.
Fall in the halls?
Stay down and wait until it's empty.
Get in trouble but not your fault?
I feel sorry for you,
Just don't welcome death.
Fake illness but get caught?
No help there.
School is no fair.
We just have to stay there.
Help us or we'll be the bullied.
Bullies are no fun.
If you're a bully reading this,
Bulling is wrong.

Hocus Pocus,
Tattered and out of focus,
You must keep hold of a crocus,
Grab a ***,
In with the lot,
There's a witch that's deep in thought,
Find her cat,
And her hat,
Or get hit with her bat,
Don't touch her broom,
Or you'll end up in a dead room,
Make a boom,
Let the town hear,
For the witch is here,
And the townsfolk cry in fear,
"The witch, the witch",
The townsfolk don't finish a stitch,
Instead they jump in a ditch,
You're her slave,
You better behave,
Or she'll stick you in a dangerous cave,
Hocus Pocus,
Tattered and out of focus,
You must keep hold of a crocus.

**** it,
I'm done.
I can't take this **** anymore
someone is playing a trick on me
it's like the world was made
mean for the purpose of my own personal torture.
Too much suffering for one man,
surely this isn't just
my life was made to rust.
I am deceived by everyone,
those who speak the alien toungue
of hate, ***, and pride
those who aren't alive.
I've been tourmented
I've been ******
False hope given
then driven back down
to suffocate
in an abyss of black ink
as if to make me long the
smell of the deserved air.

To whatever is pulling those
strings:
on behalf of a simple
mortal being who
dosen't know your ugly face:
I will not laugh.
I shall not cry.
But you are dreaming if you think
I'll give up on my dreams.
Numbers are numbers,
and I'm not on a scale.
So come back where you came
cause I'm gonna try
twice as ******* your ***.

I forgive myself of the pain I am,
having always believed I wasn't a man
and though I feel
the darkness rise to conquer
I will always believe
that light is stronger.