Buried Alive

He sticks to the back streets and the alleys he sees through black eyes
Moving through shadows. From battles. He’s scarring inside
He knows the hallways. He always avoids the south side
And they find him cause sometimes there’s nowhere to hide
The fist feels so lonely. And everyone’s watching
The fist feels so lonely. Their eyes are exhausting
Inside something dies. He’s buried alive. Buried alive
They brag about it now shout it now faggot’s his name
He hears the girls laugh as they pass the blood tastes like shame
He won’t give them what they want and scream out in pain
Now he’s naming his bullets and he’s taking aim
Now they say he was crazy. No pushed to the edge
They all comfort the children the hallways are red
And the bullies know the truth but it’s all left unsaid
The children know the truth its stuck in their heads