The Tragic Story

The quiet one
in the back of the class
who's really smart
and always gets a pass
Never invited
to the parties they throw
in the social ladder
hes very low
No one ever sees him
he might as well be dead
if only they could have read
the thoughts in his head

The one all alone
she hardly comes to school
with bruises and marks
she looks like a fool
and when she comes
she always talks back
everyone can see
shes gone down the wrong track
And because shes different
they all like to yell
treat her like dirt
this is her hell

The one who's popular
every girls dream guy
perfect and sweet
never tells a lie
Captain of the team
smart and cool
every one loves him
every one in school
admired by all
hes cute and brave
who would have known
he'd have a early grave

That boy no one liked
brought a gun to school 2day
he shot that girl
cuz she got in the way
Mr popular tried to stop him
and now hes dead too
along with a pregnant teacher
who tried to tell him what to do
The smell of death
blood on the walls
he gazed at the tragedy
he had caused
all because
they never saw
the pain he was in
they just thought him a bore

He realised what he done
heard the sirens scream
he felt weak
and fell to his knees
cried in despair
what had he done
if he stayed
the guilt had just begun

Time to end it
turned the gun back
raised it to his temple
pulled and everything went black

If only they had noticed
these kids wouldn't be dead
if only they had seen
the thoughts hidden in his head