You may think you’re cool by calling me names
And you may think I’m hurting inside,
You may even choose to get nasty
But do you really think I’m going to hide?
Lots of people look up to you.
They’re scared if they don’t, you’ll turn sour
I bet half of them think you’re a bully,
But when you speak they just cower.
My only question is only why? Just why?
Why do you make innocent little kids sad?
There’s no reason to hurt, not even a tad.
Then why do you tease those who are shy?
You’re not only a bully, but a coward
Who is jealous of people around you.
Am I really as bad as you make me feel,
Or someone that you want to be?