listen

Sometimes being big just means you have to have heart
But how can you have what someone obtains and tears apart
Every day we walk into a war of persecution
So instead of deal with it we turn to other "substitutions"
But on the day we loose it
We get looked at like a perplexing illusion
Crying that you could've been the solution
But refused it and continued to stare in confusion
There weren't any signs seen except by the people who remained unheard and unseen
Now, you can tell me I'm being obscene
But I'll continue to tell you the truth instead of this falacy you're seeing
Because looks can be decieving and that's the truth
Kids can look normal on the outside but be secretly grieving
Cause some never have a good evening under their roof
I know a kid who jumped off a bridge cause of the bullies at school
And I can tell you from experience he's actually pretty cool
I know a kid that hung himself with chains and belts
But now he's here telling you the problem and asking you for help
I am the kid with the chains and belts
I am the kid asking for your help
This isn't a one person job
We don't need a group to end this we need a mob
So we can take over the tyrants that allow it and bring a calm.

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