Trigger: Reference to bullying.
You walk down the halls
Your head held up high
Today will be different
This time you won't cry
You won't hide in the stalls
Wait for the enemy to disappear
You'll stand your ground
You won't show any fear
You aren't that different
No weirdo, geek, or nerd
You are quirky and unique
You don't follow a herd
You march out to the battlefield
They'll finally know your name
In this war called 'school'
But you're not in it for the fame.
The bell will soon be ringing
The count starts before the match
You've made it to your locker
As your pride begins to hatch
Yet you hear them coming closer
The cruel words from glossy lips
Finding it so hysterical
They don't know how deep it rips
You look into your mirror
As reality soon sets in
You hair is in your eyes
All the doubts are seeping in
Today you couldn't do it
Why did you bother waking up?
You down what's left of your coffee
Your always half-empty cup
Why did you think it be different?
That somehow you'd be set free
Maybe they are right in what they tell you
This is who you will always be.
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