I saw a weird boy
He looked at me with a look of pure hate
Nobody knew all the grief where he'd be
He was a sad boy he was a victim of a dirty good time
Feely games in the back of his boarded up estate
Soon enough he's pickin on me
Kicked my head in cause that's all that he'd seen
Soon enough he's pickin on me, pickin on me
I told my teacher she looked at me so indifferently
Her whole night was spent marking paper red tape
So I had to learn to fight, kicked his sister cause
I had no respect
So here is the start of another war, you against me
Soon enough he is pickin on me
Kicked my head in cause that's all that he'd seen
Soon enough he's pickin on me, pickin on me
Soon enough he's pickin on me
Kicked my head in cause that's all that he'd seen
Soon enough he's pickin on me, pickin on me
When we get bullied and we try to seek out someone to notice the injustice and no one seems to care or come to our aid or defence to correct the wrong, we learn to resort to the same tactics because it seems acceptable. Its about the vicious cycle of hate.