Lyrics: 24 Hours Ago. The New Kid.
In my dreams i allways fall right down
But there words hurt more than the ground
Adults don't really seem to care
After the way that i dress they only think it's fair
A strict uniform can be seen
But underneath the clothes thats where i bleed
The fits of rage pump through there vains
Sometimes i wish i'd stayed the same
Just the new kid, Trying to get along
Nobody cares, Nobodys friend
Back of the class, i never stood up
My favorite t-shirt, covered in blood
There fun to them is just like one big game
My guess is that they don't even know my second name
I just get called "the freak"
Am i just alone or is this just a dream?
Kids will be kids thats how it seams
I think there more like a monsters from tv
They tease and laugh, call me lame
Most times i just run off and cry about my pains
Just the new kid, Trying to get along
Nobody cares, Nobodys friend
Back of the class, i never stood up
My favorite t-shirt, covered in blood
Why? Why? WHY! WHY!
My? My? MY! LIFE!
WHY MY LIFE!
WHY MY LIFE!
WHY!
Now the new kid, His life is a mess
He wanted no trouble, But they could care less
The new kid, No plans had been foiled
For now the new kid, Is buried in soil
But there words hurt more than the ground
Adults don't really seem to care
After the way that i dress they only think it's fair
A strict uniform can be seen
But underneath the clothes thats where i bleed
The fits of rage pump through there vains
Sometimes i wish i'd stayed the same
Just the new kid, Trying to get along
Nobody cares, Nobodys friend
Back of the class, i never stood up
My favorite t-shirt, covered in blood
There fun to them is just like one big game
My guess is that they don't even know my second name
I just get called "the freak"
Am i just alone or is this just a dream?
Kids will be kids thats how it seams
I think there more like a monsters from tv
They tease and laugh, call me lame
Most times i just run off and cry about my pains
Just the new kid, Trying to get along
Nobody cares, Nobodys friend
Back of the class, i never stood up
My favorite t-shirt, covered in blood
Why? Why? WHY! WHY!
My? My? MY! LIFE!
WHY MY LIFE!
WHY MY LIFE!
WHY!
Now the new kid, His life is a mess
He wanted no trouble, But they could care less
The new kid, No plans had been foiled
For now the new kid, Is buried in soil
24 Hours Ago
Popular requests