In my dreams i allways fall right down

But there words hurt more than the ground

Adults don't really seem to care

After the way that i dress they only think it's fair



A strict uniform can be seen

But underneath the clothes thats where i bleed

The fits of rage pump through there vains

Sometimes i wish i'd stayed the same



Just the new kid, Trying to get along

Nobody cares, Nobodys friend

Back of the class, i never stood up

My favorite t-shirt, covered in blood



There fun to them is just like one big game

My guess is that they don't even know my second name

I just get called "the freak"

Am i just alone or is this just a dream?



Kids will be kids thats how it seams

I think there more like a monsters from tv

They tease and laugh, call me lame

Most times i just run off and cry about my pains



Just the new kid, Trying to get along

Nobody cares, Nobodys friend

Back of the class, i never stood up

My favorite t-shirt, covered in blood



Why? Why? WHY! WHY!

My? My? MY! LIFE!

WHY MY LIFE!

WHY MY LIFE!

WHY!



Now the new kid, His life is a mess

He wanted no trouble, But they could care less

The new kid, No plans had been foiled

For now the new kid, Is buried in soil
thanks to [ Brad Bishell] for the lyrics