Ever came home remising your fears, running up the street//
Tyrin’ to hold back the tears, holding both your raw hands,//
Over you ears, shutting out everything you hear, holding your,//
Forgotten notepad near, in the hope you think of something soon//
Damn, theres more chance of a atypical blue moon, you know,//
The bullying will only hold off till, tomorrow noon, the you’ll//
Face you notorious doom, but hold on a little while and//
Victorious you will resume, holding your head up high,//
It’s over now, no more need to sit in your forlorn room,//
Hoplessly tryin’ not to cry, wiping the tears away, cos you know//
The endings nigh, BANG, goes the 9. once you’ve finished your ghastly show//
Dead on the floor, mother wailing worse than a crow, but you’ve been released//
Now it’s time for you to be at piece, R.I.P, RythmicTendecies//