She walked around in a perfect dress, the beautiful angel we wanted.
Look at little miss innocent stroll around, what if I told you she’s not as innocent as she sounds.
Everyday, she hangs up her bag, and goes up to him and laughs.
He sits there alone, hanging his head down, crying to himself.
She stands there, in front of him, his face in her shadowed self.
He was bullied, everyday by the girl they proclaimed to be an angel,
he was crying, and wanted to get away, and wrote in the dirt,
“somebody **** me”.
She went to school, in her dress, and saw a hand gesture,
she showed her friends, they all giggled too, some reason the boy liked her too.
He wanted to show her, his affection and prove his love indeed.
He went to her, with a big little grin, and let out the words.
She laughed in his face, giggling away, it was him, she found it,
beyond hilarious, everything this boy said, as if he was a joke.
Somebody **** me, somebody **** me,
droning on in this boy’s mind, somebody, out there, punch me down,
pull me down, deeper into the ground.
She walked around in the ***** clothes, crying away, to the love songs,
she looked at her phone, another message, “Go die *****,”.
She saw why she shouldn't of rejected him, she was the bully,
and now she is the one in the pressured world, she goes to him,
in her thoughts, and apologizes for the lies she once told.
I now wish, if I knew him now, I would cry and apologize.
