In his eyes is fear, his mind is clear
despite what's near, pressure spikes severe
His life is dear, so what he writes is clear
Suacides sincere, says goodbyes to peers
I'll rewind it, here...
The anger he felt, for the bully at school
was totatally true, now he knows what to do
His mom says he's fine, because she cant see the bruises
There mental scars stupid! Fuck it, It's useless
They won't show on the skin, they grow from within
untill the cauldren is tipped, and he cant hold it all in
Explodes from his limbs, he needs an immediate pause
This is the only way for the bully to see what he caused
he creeped down them halls, thinking of the beatings and all
would he be at his funeral? would he be seeing him off
Them cold brick walls, you don't know the terror inside
he never went to school, because he was scared for his life
the bully was John Carter, & His dad was a drunk
John's dad battered him up untill he damaged his trust
in humanity at all, so the tragedy evolved
to a matter that he actually cant believe at all
.
.
John would pick on him relentlessly
He couldn't live with destiny
He had to alter reality
It's just a statistic... A Casuality
He walked out on the cold damp conrete
looked up to the sky and said "You can't stop me"
he walked along the centerline, the streets were silent
his feats were giant, he must be discreet and violent
He opened the screen door, the hinges screeched pain
his heart thumped dispair, his veins would bleed rage
he stood over the bed, let go of every fear
and whispered...
"John Carter I've been waiting for this day for seventeen years"
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