As I sit in math br I wonder why br Why to live br Why to die br Why to go br Why to stay br You come here br And wreck my day br People start br This rumor shit br They make me mad br Because of it br Why don't you stop br Your foolish lies br Do you think it's fun br To make people wanna die br Why do you lie br And make false statements br I wish I could lock you br In a cold, dark basement br Or turn it around br So you can see what you have done br Then you wouldnt think br It would be as much fun br What if someone said br That you were not a virgin br That you have had sex br And then he left you hurtin br The point of this poem br Is not to make fun br But to let people know br What's done is donebr br Cheyenne Ashleybr br