You were laughed at all the time. As you walked down the halls of your school they gave you disgusted glances. All you did was keep your head down and hide your face. You knew what would happen if you showed them... the scars, the bruises, the marks on you that were hard to hide... both from your parents and school mates.. You were like a punching bag to them. Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life "Dumbass bitch" a person would say and then everyone would laugh, joining in on the horrible comments that you had to take in. As you walked to your classes a girl trips you. Everyone crowds around you laughing, kicking you, spitting on you, pointing at you like you were a monster... all but one person...Ben Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss, no way it's all good, it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look, I'm still around As you would pay attention in your classes you were hit by spitballs and planes. The teachers didn't even care what happened to you.. But the boy that always watched you get hit and scarred.. had a secret.. he wanted to help you... he wanted to, but.. he couldn't all he could do was watch you from afar and hope things would get better.. but they never did Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing you are perfect to me Each day you'd walk home from your hell hole of a home covered in marks from your mom and dad... at times you would be too beaten up to even go to school... every time you stayed home the boy at school would get worried and think about what he could do to help but.. of course he couldn't... You barely even knew this boy, you've bumped into him a few times to see he always wore a hat to cover his blond hair and he had sunglasses