Sitting here thinking about those days
when all the kids use to haze
I remember those days like yesterday
standing alone watching everyone else play
find myself standing against the wall
because I was either always picked last or never picked at all.
the times I was picked they'd never pass me the ball
always alone, always by myself
always behind, feeling like the last can on the shelf
always being pushed around
kicked to the ground
try'n get up but pushed back down
the same result every single day
try to make new friends, but they'd just walk away
always that kid that nobody liked
the kid that the bullies liked to fight
always that kid that was uncool
all the way from elementary to high school
nobody ever there
it seems as if even the teachers didn't care
