He's in his room, you can hear a pin drop
He's still tired from running from his school to his home
quetly he cries, doesn't want his to know
that he's affraid to get butt-kicked as he sneaks out the window

In his dreams, he holds the gun up to their heads and pulls the trigger
In his dreams, nobody survived they we're shot while trying to escape

And his haircut, the most ugly human roof
his thick glasses are allmost bullet proof
though he's smarter then the other kids his age
his mind is overshadowed by his rage

In his dreams, he holds the gun up to their heads and pulls the trigger
In his dreams, nobody survived they we're shot while trying to escape

He knows this won't last forever
and hopes that having brains and being clever,
will help him to get closer to a peaceful solution