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He hid behind his lunchbox Everyday at that bus-stop Where some big ole boys got their kicks Kickin' him 'round He was scared as hell of that recess bell That playground was more like a battlefield And he knew he'd get himself killed If he didn't back down With black in his eye and blood in his mouth On the way home, all he thought about Is we could've been team-mates, we could've been friends You could've made a difference, you could've stepped in If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be But no, you had to pick on me She heard them laughin' 'bout the way she looked In the hallway at the high-school she hid behind her books Everyday in that lunch-room, she wouldn't eat a thing She stared in that mirror, hatin' what she'd see Tryin' to be pretty became a disease She was killin' herself, just dyin' to fit in The diary she kept underneath her bed SongtexteHid all those words, that she never said We could've been sisters, cheerin' at the games We could've gone to prom, shared the same limousine If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be But no, you had to pick on me It's time to make a stand, take responsibility Cause it's gotten out'a hand There should never have to be Another child's headstone That might as well read You had to pick on me Yeah, you had to pick on me Aus Songtexte Mania