He was the new kid, at his new school
He tried to fit in, but he wasn't too cool
The first day and he's feeling like a misfit
At lunch time he didn't even have a friend to sit with
So kids would joke, or they would laugh and they'd stare
It's not his fault that he's bound to an old wheelchair
It's a disease and his body is completely impaired
He tried to tell his bullies but, they really don't care (yeah)
So they would call him names and they would throw his cane
And since he couldn't fight back they would hit his face
And when he got home he covered the bruise
he didn't talk to his parents he just went to his room and then...,

He searched and he searched on his bedroom shelf
He pulled out a blade so he'd hurt himself
The cuts are so deep but they still don't help
His hope has ran out so he cries and he's just

Sitting in his room just crying alone
wearing long sleeves and he prays that no-one knows
That he cuts and he cuts on his own
Wiping the blood from the murder that he wrote
Another night just laying in bed
Thinking of the day that he'd finally become dead
and it plays inside his head, cause he's beautifully broken

She is a senior and she's reaching her accomplishments
She can't decide which school to choose from, from all the scholarships
But right now she's more worried where the Doctor is
Because the pregnancy test told her it was positive
She showed her boyfriend but he threw it in the trash
He always told her that he loved her, but he stabbed her in the back
He put his face into his and and he gave a subtle laugh
He told her she was a mistake and I don't wanna be a dad
I never loved you, I never loved you
I just told you a bunch of lies every time I hugged you
So she ran into her room mom filled with distortion
Yesterday was good, now she's thinking of abortion

She searched and she searched on her bedroom shelf
She pulled out a blade so she's hurt herself
The cuts are so deep but they still don't help
Her hope has ran out so she cries and she's just

Sitting in her room just crying alone
Wearing long sleeves and she prays that no-one knows
that she cuts and she cuts on her own
Wiping the blood from the murder that she wrote
Another night just laying in bed
Thinking of the day that she'd finally become dead
And it plays inside her head cause she's beautifully broken

Sitting in his room just crying alone
wearing long sleeves and he prays that no-on knows
that he cuts and he cuts on his own
Wiping the blood from the murder that he wrote
Another night just lying in bed
Thinking of the day that he'd finally become dead
And it plays inside his head cause he's beautifully broken