Straight A's

Brain death, blind desk, school damage, straight A's Sixteen, on the honor roll, I wish that I was dead Hate my Parents, I got zits and bruises round my head Pressure's on to get good grades so I can be like them I do my homework all the time I can't go out just then People they ain't friends at all, they tease and s*ck me dry They yell at me when I f**k up and party while I cry I look so big on paper, I feel so very small Wanna die and you don't care, just stride on down the hall Suicide, suicide Read the paper, wonder why Turn the light out then you cry It's you fault you made me die Touch me won't, you touch me now so frozen I can't love When I was born my mama cried and picked me up with gloves Girls, they kick me in the eye, want answers to the tests When they get them they drive off and leave me home to rest Hold my head wake me warm Tell me I am loved give me hope Let me cry and make me feel Give me touch The window's broken, bleeding, screaming, lying in the hall I'm gone no one remembers me, a picture on the wall He was such a bright boy, the future in his hands Or a spineless human pinball shot around by your demands Suicide, suicide goin' to sleep and when I die You'll look up and realize Then look down and wipe your eyes Then go back to your stupid lives, aw shit