You Don't UnderstandYou Don't UnderstandAll you who think you're better then everybody elseWhy think that in the first place?You're no differentYou're not the sameYou're just a personWho clearly has no lifeYou tend to make fun of othersAnd make then feel bad for what they doYou make them feel inferiorLike a waste of spaceWell put yourself in their shoesFeel the pain they feelDo you understand now?Do you see what they see?Don't answer because I already knowYou don't understandYou don't understand what they feelYou don't understand what they seeBecause you can't comprehend itYou find it funnyFunny that this is what they go throughEvery day of their livesYou don't understandYou'll never understandSo stop thinking that you do
The Great F 150The F-150Some say that you're uglyWith your dents and rusted partsThat you're a rainbow of colorsFrom your green hood to red tailgateThey think that your time has pastBut let's prove them wrongYou could out run a mustangIn fact you already haveYou can catch air from running off a bankAnd not have a scratch on you afterYou can reach 100 mphThrowing those around you into shockYou've earned the rightTo be called a good running truckYou are a proud F-150Over Exceeding ExpectationsHow long can you last?
BullyBullyYou think you rule the schoolYou big headed thugsYou think you're the center of attentionBecause everybody knows your nameBut because of your enlarged egoYou're missing a very important subjectYou don't have as many friends as you thinkSome may speak terrible things about youThe second you leave the roomYou say that it doesn't bother youBut inside you know it doesSo what do you do to relieve that pain?You take it out on othersThinking they deserve it more then youBut what did they ever do to you?Do you really know them?No you don'tSo stop your imaginary reignAnd really open your eyesNobody likes a person like youNobody likes a Bully
Melody*~*Melody*~*You say you're bipolarYou say your life sucksYou say no good happensBecause sorrow follows you like a dogBut take a moment to thinkReally think about your lifeAnd how prosperous it can beYou have many friendsSome willing to do anything for youYou have your skillsOf writing and creativityYou have good grades in schoolSomething few of us haveYou have family who like to be around youAs annoying as they may beYou have a mother and a fatherSomething some people don't haveSo when you're feeling downThinking these things only happen to youThink about those who want to help youThink about those who don't have what you doMost importantly; think about youAnd how special you are to manyBecause there's nobody like youMy very good friend
SchoolSchoolWhat a place of hellWhere learning is said to happenThis place where most tragedies happenWhere people lose their mindsGirls are the worst hereWhat with their gossip and verbal abuseBoys feel the need to show offWith fist fighting and back talkingBut this hell can be paradiseTo escape from home for hoursSpend time with old friendsAnd even make new friendsAll kids and teens can't wait to leaveEleven months spent in a place of drama and headachesFor three months of freedom and sunshineOh how we loath this placeThis place called School
Beautiful StarsBeautiful StarsWe love them so muchThose beautiful starsThey shine in the night skyTurning dark into something wonderfulThose wonderful lights that shineThey're so closeYet so far awayMaking us wonderWhat else might be out there?Sitting next to those wonderful starsHow many could there be?Nobody knowsAll we know isLove is born beneath themFamilies are made near themA life is made in their presenceWe need them to give us peaceThose Beautiful Beautiful Stars