Your the only one out the crowd,
Who doesn’t fit in with the rest,
You try and blend in,
Being different makes you feel like a pest.
You have no friends,
And it’s constantly getting to your head,
Thinking how much longer,
Your face is getting red.
Your Bloods pumping wildly,
You’re thinking to injure yourself,
Your mother keeps telling you,
“All this is bad for your health”.
But you still don’t listen,
All you wanted was a friend,
You walk out into the road,
And get struck by a car in the end.