You call me a tard but I am not, You are nothing but hallway snots. And when it’s all over and you leave this place, You’ll be nothin’ but a sheer disgrace. I try so hard to be accepted. Only to see you all are infected. You low-life creeps in pretty lies, I rise above you and all your cries. The words of hate and jealousy, Strive to put me down where I don’t feel alive. I hate myself and the skin I’m in, What you’ve done to me is truly a sin. What I let you do is worse than that, I put on the fat scared hat. You are nothing but hallway snots, And when its all over and you leave this place, You'll be nothin but a life's disgrace. Scared of you who call me names, Scared of you who play the games. I go to lunch nowhere to sit; You mock me with your words of wit. You who call me the tard but I am not, You are nothin’ but hallway snots, And when its all over and you leave this place, You’ll be nothin’ but a life’s disgrace. You think you’re the best, because of your dress. You be-ach-es of the hallways, that is what you do best. I smile and laugh at your mocks each day; You walk away in mid-sentence I say. Be-ach-es of the hallway is your goal, You made it you tards of the soul. Not me I say, the names don’t count, I am smarter than you, Be-ach-es your due. Due to get what you should receive, The same you gave, sheer deceit. You call me a tard but I am not, You are nothing but hallway snots. And when it’s all over and you leave this place, You’ll be nothin’ but a sheer disgrace.
