He hid behind his lunchbox
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Everyday at that bus-stop
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Where some big ole boys got their kicks
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Kickin' him 'round
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He was scared as hell of that Recess Bill
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That grey ground was more like a battlefield
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And he knew he'd get himself killed
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If he didn't back down
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With black in his eye and blood in his mouth
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On the way home, all he thought about
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Is we could've been team-mates, we could've been friends
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You could've made a difference, you could've stepped in
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If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be
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But no... you had to pick on me
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She heard them laughin' 'bout the way she looked
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In the hallway at the high-school she hid behind her books
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Everyday in that lunch-room, she wouldn't eat a thing
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She stared in that mirror, hatin' what she'd see
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Tryin' to be pretty became a disease
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She was killin' herself, just dyin' to fit in
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The diary she kept underneath her bed
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Hid all those words, that she never said
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We could've been sisters, cheerin' at the games
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We could've gone to prom, shared the same limousine
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If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be
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But no... you had to pick on me
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It's time to make a stand, take responsibility
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Cause it's gotten outta hand
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There should never have to be
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Another child's headstone
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That might as well read...
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You had to pick on me
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Yeah, you had to pick on me
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You Had To Pick On Me
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Matt Kennon |