• We all hated Kindergarten / Our first year of school / We had to get up early / And had homework to do. / But now all of us miss it / For the things that were not there / The drama, bitches, dicks, and which is / Worse or do you care? / Our bags break our backs every night / We have too many tests / But "most" just focus on one prize / And that's just getting the best / Person here that they can find / Somebody they can love / But what about the rest of us / Who don't qualify above? / The nerd, the geek, the brace face, / Is it far too late / for the guys who are too skinny / Or girls slightly over weight? / Not all guys are great big jocks / Who haven't got a brain / And only aim for the girl / Who'll let him get his way. / Some of them are small and smart / And some are very kind / Some only date the girl they love / And always treat her right. / Not all girls are skinny sticks / with fine hips and big boobs / Who're tan and have far too much makeup / And spread their legs for any dude. / Some of them are short and wide / And I would place a bet / That some don't wear a mask of products / And have some self respect. / Believe it or not the majority is / Everyone's last guess, / NOT the drugies, drinkers, hookers, sinkers / Or the girls in maternity dress. / Those people are so "popular" / Those people are so "cool" / The fail classes, swear at teachers, / And they skip some days of school / Every day they beat us up / Or they push us down / Yet somehow they're the ones who always / Wear the great Prom crown / The jocks beat up and pick on / Everybody small / They shove them into lockers / And punch them in the hall / The girls are vicious just like snakes / Just trying to be mean / They gossip, b***h, and PMS / And lower self-esteem. / Why are they on top of the pillar? / Why do we hold them up? / Why do we let this happen? / Why every day do we give up? / We go home after school each day / And look inside the mirror / Wishing we could change and see / The good parts of them much clearer. / Some people take it way too far / And then they all deny / That they had ever picked on someone / When that person commited suicide. / But in their final letter, / Their way to end the war, / They wrote for everyone to see: / "I can't take it anymore! / I'm tired of gettin gpicked on. / And I know that nobody will miss / The useless hunk of junk I am. / I'm NOT SORRY I did this!" / And after that they'd sign their name / And maybe even cry / Then they'd take the gun, drugs, rope, or knife, / And that is how they'd die. / And yet, we always let it happen / We always turn away / When we see them getting picked on / Every single day. / We don't care, it's no our problem / Why get in between / When it has nothing to do with you? / Or that's just how it seems. / At the same time it is also you / Getting picked on everyday / Now how do you feel when you see some people / Look, then look away. / We hate them yet we never stand / Up for what we believe. / We always just let this happen / And that's not what we need. / So if one person would just stand up / Then the rest would follow suit / And we would have a better world / And that leader could be you. / But all theeses people are so scared / That they won't even try. / They're scared that in the process, / They, themself, might die. / So someone please just take the stand / And start up the offense / So the perfect Kindergarten world / Might come back like we wish.