Game Over

Today I went to school and had to bare that nauseous feeling
I'd be better off at home in bed, staring at the ceiling
I do, I explain to the teachers how I'm treated here
They're proud of their cheerleaders and the teams that are undefeated here

Every day I see hundreds of kids, not one will talk to me
In these halls, I'm so alone that the silence is haunting me
I see the faces they make as I enter the classroom
So I excuse myself and spend one more day in the bathroom

I wonder what I did to deserve this rejection
I paint the mirrors to stop the tears that's caused by my reflections
They're all so popular, I'd give anything to be them
But I'm not them, and now it's hard to breathe when I see them

In these hallways, I'm so alone, they're haunting me
The fear is so strong, it's taunting me
In these hallways, I'm so alone, they're haunting me
The fear is so strong, it's taunting me

Today I go to school for the last time in my life
I'm holding tight to the pistol that I have to my side
I can't wait to see their faces as they stare down the barrel
Running out of school to their Corvettes and Camaros

Just so they can feel for a day what I've been feeling all along
I know what I'm doing is wrong, but the pain is just too strong
And it eats away like cancer, slowly desensitizing me
To the point where their fear is exciting to me

You're all invited to see firsthand a day in my life
With the only escape is the twisted dreams you have at night
I wish like Hell you would've cared back when I tried to reach out
With one bullet left, I turned and put the gun in my mouth

The game's over
In these hallways, I'm so alone, they're haunting me
The fear is so strong, it's taunting me
In these hallways, I'm so alone, they're haunting me
The fear is so strong, it's taunting me

"Sit the fuck down! Everybody sit down and shut the fuck up! Now somebody here knows the truth. Somebody needs to tell the goddamn truth. My life is over, that's it. But while all of y'all were out here living yours, sitting around talking about the nigga that lost it back in high school, you make sure you tell 'em the truth. You tell 'em I loved that girl. I did, but I got played. He twisted my head off, he fucked it up. I ain't no different than none of y'all. My mom's ain't no crackhead. I wasn't no gangbanger. It wasn't some hoodrat drug dealer that tripped me up. It was this white prep school motherfucker standing right there."

"Put the gun down! C'mon son, drop it! Put it down now!"

"You tell 'em where I'm from. Didn't make me do this."