You hear from some other people
That it’s for the best
Like hell it is
Do you really think that they think of me?
You listen to the wrong people
And you threw me into a hole of hate
I hate you
I hate them
I hate her
I hate him
That is all I think about now
I wish you would see
What you’ve really done
But no you don’t even care
All I feel is anger I’m all alone now
If I die
If I’m hurting
I’m alone
So I hope you see what you’ve done
When you see me alone
On the bus
With a
Knife in my
Hand crying for help
But guess what no one hears me
So that’s where I die.
Right there on bus 67.
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