He's acting really strange today but no one has a clue br That really deep inside some where he's feeling very blue br He cries a river of painful tears but no one really cares br Inside he screams for someones help but no one even dares br The kids all sing and taunt and kick and makes his day the worst br He screams and screams and screams and screams but silently speaks a curse br He walks and walks the long road home in sweet and dreaded lachrymose br For some where deep inside his mind he knows his time is drawing close br He cries and cries then closes his eyes and hesitantly grabs the knife br He clutches his fist then slits his wrist and escapes this hellhole we call lifebr br Evy Moorebr br