8th Grade - Pencey Prep

Caught staring again,
Like a deer in the headlights.
When I can't move fast enough,
I take a hit for the team.

Pretty girl is blushing,
I can't tell if she's disgusted.
Laughter starts to swell,
Like someone gets the joke.

Bell rings.
I make my escape,
It helps a little,
But doesn't save.
Beat down's a common thing,
It happens every day,
Maybe I'm just strange,
Cause I don't change schools.
Maybe I like the abuse,
Or maybe I'm just like you.

Another confrontation,
You've got something to prove,
Your girl can't tell how tough you are,
When you beat me up in the boy's room.
I made a big mistake,
But I can't help who I like.
This may not cost my life,
But I am branded forever lame.
This was not my decision,
You were born with good looks,
And a solid right hook.
Whining makes no difference,
You bruised my eye.
It doesn't hurt at all.
One day I'll rise above.
And you will take a fall. (Motherfucker)
I may be beat today,
But I will survive.
I'll get up off the ground,
Stand tall and fight.
My eyes don't hurt at all.
I would rather die,
Than be your whipping boy.

School year's almost over.
Summer is one day closer. [x2]

As God is my witness,
I will never be a victim again.

Yeah! [x2]