Shoot Up The School

Nobody cares about what I have to say.
They watch -no, laugh as tears roll down my face.
A face that's not baby smooth or as romantic as an autumn moon.
But they'll see, one day soon,
That I'm more than just a crying fool.

And if I have to die,
To prove I've had enough
Of them trying to pry
Into the shit, the pain, and the other stuff,
I'll make sure they don't get by
With pissing me off, those little fucks.

But right at this moment, a knife in my chest
Is the best way out of this mess.
And I know when I go ,don't care how,
All they'll be able to say is "Wow."
 
Because I'll go big, it'll be huge
For anger was the match that lit the fuse
That set off this bomb that's going to drop
And make you stop
And stare at the sky..

Is it now that you realize you're going to die?
The street below.
It's almost hit.
And when it does you scream "Oh shi-"
You're cut off by a white hot flash.
When the smoke clears you're only ash.

So that's right- laugh.
I'm some kind of joke.
But you better start to run,
Because when I'm done snorting this coke,
We'll have some damn good fun.