My old high school is haunted
That what everyone says
Not to me that would be absurd
Still, it's what I've heard
 
I wander through these halls alone for now
a pale kid known for his hand-me-downs.
I've already seen this day start
A million times in my heart.
I weep cos i know its history first
Since I've been it I'm kind of an expert.
As i enter the classroom
I feel strange like I'm staring down a harpoon.
A girl is crying in the corner
The room is cold it won't get warmer.
I ask her why she's upset
She just cries ignoring what i said
She gets up and flees the class
Yeesh! I'm sorry i asked.
 
I've already seen this day start
A million times in my heart.
After history it's physical Ed
We play dodge ball no one hits my head.
I used to hate playing this game
Imagine how i feel winning the day.
That never used to happen before
P.E always used to leave me sore.
But today seems different
The other players, the jocks were ignorant.
They didn't make me dodge
Never mocked me with taunts
They never took me down or pushed me over
When exactly did hell freeze over?
After P.E it's drama
Call me a knight cos this is my armour.
When I'm acting nothing feels better
Being on a stage? It's like heaven.
After drama comes the scary part
I head to the lunch hall with a heavy heart.
When i get there i pass a kid called jay
It's clear he's having a bad day.
He wears a mask of scowls
I think he's angry now.
But i just pass him by
It's not quite our time.
Also I'm sort of hungry
No surprise right I'm kind of chunky.
So i pick up a tray
And get in line to wait.
 
God I've lived this day so many times...
I know the script; I've learned the lines.
 
Sure enough jay starts screaming
So angry now he's freaking.
I think it's cos people pick on him
So sad it's sickening
He yells he's had enough
That the whole school is fucked
I feel his pain, really i do
But like i said: none of this is new
I can only give so much respect
Considering what comes next
Jay comes to me
He has a gun you see
Just a lost little kid
Fed up with life and its twists
He points his barrel at me
And weeps so sadly
Suddenly he looks bigger
As he slowly pulls the trigger
 
My old high school is haunted
That what everyone says
Not to me that would be absurd
Still, it's what I've heard
 
I walk alone in these halls
No one whispers no one calls
Hardly anyone see's the tears i weep
And when they do they just freak
Sometimes i envy the smiles in their eyes
I wish i could go home just one more time...