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This is the shoutout
No one ever gave
The cry for help
That sounded too late
The denial that ended
Along with their life
The cry of anger
That started the fight
You think we're just complaining
Bemoaning our life
Have you seen the news
Do you know what it's like
The person that's bullied
They take their own life
I hear them called cowards
"Stand up and fight!"
Is the confident answer
That you always give
Let me say something now
Before you try to forget
When you're all alone
When you're in pain
Suffering and dying
While outside you're the same
Do you want to go on
Do you want to fight back
Do you want to give in
Take the gun from the rack
Give the bullet a home
Right between your eyes
Take a permanent trip
While you think you can fly
I can tell you see my point
You just don't wanna hear it
Your head's full of cobwebs, I'm gonna clear it
What the news reports makes us sound like statistics
"A kid shot his school up, he went completely ballistic."
Front page stuff
No further than the news
A nice little picture
The gun that he used
That's it
Call it quits
They never go deeper
They sound so detached, I don't think they care either
Drunk driving crash
Odds are that we know them
A cutter with scars
They're never gonna show em'
Don't say we're immature
Don't say we don't know
Have you ever seen death
Except for on a damn show
We go through a lot
Not saying you don't
Stop force-feeding us 'do, should, won't '
We understand you love us
Your intentions are good
Don't preach to the choir
Don't title us, understood
This is for the girl who watched her mother O.D.
On a bottle full of pills and glass of Hennessy
For the kid who used to smile
Till his mom and dad divorced
Then took his own life because he'd rather be a corpse
For the girl who ran away because her mom made her sick
Coming home when she wanted, clung to men like a tick
For the kid who had enough and really kept it real
By shooting up and O.D.-ing cause he just couldn't deal
These are the words I'm gonna shout
To the kid who's so messed up
They only want out
This is for the boy who let himself drown
The day after he saw his friend gunned down
This is the poem that tells you flat out
We deal with tough things
We don't cry and pout
We deal how we can, in case you don't know
Sometimes the smiles and laughs are for show
So stop the assumptions
The sickening denial
We all have our issues
We all have our trials