I want to kick his little head,
Wipe that smile from off his face,
See him bleed and see him cry.
I want to punch his f**king jaw...and watch him run away...
The best i can do is sit there and cry.
I want to hug him,
Tell him everything is cool,
That hes not thick and he's not stupid.
That I dont mean that stuff at all...
The best i can do is give him that pathetic smile.
You tell me to quit with the evils,
you tell me to move my feet,
you scream at me to tell me its all wrong.
Answer my one question,
What have i done?
Are you blind, he is the one with the look that could kill,
he is the one with the kick that can bruise.
And me im just the victim.
Stop sticking up for him because he is the youngest.
The one who is prone to get picked on.
But no, you don't see what goes on behind your back,
and for once in your life i wish you would.
To believe in me, to listen to the truth.
Because each day you turn away from it all,
the nearer i am to ending it all.
