INTRO (soft, emotional, but still dumb) “I wrote this song about my feelings… and also about how you’re a jerk. It’s called: ‘Please Stop Bullying Me, I’m Sensitive.’” VERSE 1 You shoved me in the hallway, And yeah, it kinda hurt. Not physically, just emotionally — Like when Taco Bell runs out of dessert. You said my jacket’s cringe, But dude, your vibe is worse. You look like every NPC Who gives the player bad side‑quests first. PRE‑CHORUS I’m not crying, bro — My eyes are just sweating. And if you think you broke me, You’re wildly mis‑forgetting. CHORUS ’Cause I’m a punk kid with feelings, And you can’t stop me from healing. Yeah, I’m dumb, but I’m dealing With your trash‑talk double‑wheeling. You say I’m weird — Thanks, that’s appealing. Bully me harder, dude — I’ll just keep feeling. VERSE 2 You tried to steal my lunch, But it was leftover pizza crust. Congrats, you ate my sadness — Hope your stomach earns your trust. You said my boots are ugly, But your shoes are screaming “why.” They look like they were designed By a potato who wanted to die. PRE‑CHORUS You think you’re tough? That’s honestly cute. Your whole personality Is like… off‑brand fruit. CHORUS ’Cause I’m a punk kid with feelings, And you can’t stop me from healing. Yeah, I’m dumb, but I’m dealing With your trash‑talk double‑wheeling. You say I’m weird — Thanks, that’s appealing. Bully me harder, dude — I’ll just keep feeling. BRIDGE (emotional but stupid) I wrote a poem about you — It sucked, but so do you. It rhymed “jerk” with “jerk,” ’Cause I’m not smart, but it’s true. You’re the villain in my story, But like… the tutorial kind. The one the game uses To teach me how to fight. NEW VERSE 3 (extra dumb, extra emotional) You said punk is dead — Cool, so is your deodorant. You said my hair is stupid — Bro, your whole life’s an accident. You tried to roast my music, But your playlist’s all beige. If boredom was a concert, You’d be center stage. FINAL CHORUS (bigger, sadder, dumber) ’Cause I’m a punk kid with feelings, And you can’t stop me from healing. Yeah, I’m dumb, but I’m dealing With your trash‑talk double‑wheeling. You say I’m weird — Thanks, that’s appealing. Bully me harder, dude — I’ll just keep feeling. Na‑na‑na‑na‑na, I’m emotionally reeling. OUTRO (spoken, soft, pathetic) “Anyway… I’m gonna go journal about this And then eat pizza. In that order.”
