Trying to focus on school.
But it's hard.
They're treating me like a fool, thinking I have no heart.
My friends are in a different classroom then I am.
And they won't let me go to that class, thinking that I can't concentrate then.
But then I hear you talking, changing the letters in my name.
And when you see me walking, you turn around to take a different way.
Why do you suddenly hate me?
What did I do wrong?
Is it because I'm quiet, yeah maybe...
I didn't do any harm
Sometimes I wander why I'm still here...
Here with all my fear.
But I'm afraid of dying too.
Oh, I just hate you, you make me wanna sucide.
Too bad 'cause remember: Sometimes I wish I was death, but the fear of dying keeps me alive.