I remember sitting there and watching them
All they would do is criticize people
How they talk or walk
They think there cool, they think there hot
But trust me there not
I slowly walk past and i here the whispers
"Who is that freak" "When did it get here"
I turn around slowly and look at them
Im thinking am I really that bad?
I don't even know them what did i do
They're just wanting attention
Then they ask 2 months later why I killed myself
If they could remeber that day they would know
I watch them from hell
They're still doing it and each day i get a new friend
Down here in hell, this is what I ask them
Did they do it to you too
The anwser is always the same until another turns blue
