Straight A's

Sixteen, on the honor roll
I wish that I was dead
Hate my parents, I got zits
And bruises 'round my head
Pressure's on to get good grades
So I can be like them
Do my homework all the time
I don't go out just then

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People, they ain't friends at all
They tease and suck me dry
They yell at me when I fuck up
And party while I cry
I look so big on paper
I feel so very small
Want to die and you don't care
Just stride on down the hall!

Suicide suicide
Read the paper, wonder why
Turn the light out, then you cry
It's your fault, you made me die

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Touch me, won't you touch me now?
So frozen, I can't love
When I was born, my mama cried
And picked me up with gloves
Girls, they kick me in the eye
Want answers to the tests
When they get them they drive off
And leave me home to rest!

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Hold my head
Make me warm
Tell me I am loved
Give me hope
Let me cry
Make me feel
Give me touch

The window's broken
Bleeding, screaming, lying in the hall
I'm gone no one remembers me
A picture on the wall
"He was such a bright boy
The future in his hands:"
Or a spineless human pinball
Shot around by your demands!

Suicide suicide
Goin' to sleep, and when I die
You'll look up and realize
Then look down and wipe your eyes
Then go back to your stupid lives
Ah, shit!