There goes a round - headed boy to scholl
Very close are his mates jesting and laughing but
The scorn doesn't heed
The moron girls of his classroom keep on torturing him
Vanomous misses with their head full of shit
The kid feels an urge to kick them to outer space
All sort of nicknames are given to him
Until he feels degraded and starts to rum
All alone to the entrance of the prison
Where soldiers of teaching wait ofr bombarding him
With zero grades
His fellows in priso are elements of pain
The bell rings for the lunch time, the most anguish time
Alone on the bench he eats up his ration
For a moment he stares a little redhea ded girl
He makes all he can to ve noticeable, but for nothing
He makes the mistake of sharing his secret
Stupis, idiot
It's the price to pay for taking avice from vipers
Nobody cares for the feelings of a loser
He's not to be blamed for being true
But he's not the only one degraded, stupis and innocent
Everyone has a funny thing inside.

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