It was 1990 something, I was in grade school The kids made it very clear that I ain't cool I hated it just waking up and getting ready Praying somehow I wouldn't make the bus man My family wasn't rich I couldn't rock those new kicks Like the other kids My grandmother liked to comb my hair a lot And me I loved her so I let her Wouldn't dare to stop If it wasn't the comb over it was high water slack An easy target honorable from front to back But damn, my parents wanted me to be Somebody other than myself But I was me I never was accepted, was beat up on the regular Insulted and neglected sponsored links You ever had to pa** a crowd with your eyes down? Looking at the ground cause you know they don't want you around But I had to walk to cla** and I was lucky if somebody didn't call me f*g Or knock my papers to the floor as I was pa**ing But if it was you I bet you wouldn't have been laughing Few knew what you do to them in silent The things that we contemplate at night Maybe you'd be a little nicer If it was you with the scars, would never fade That be eating you alive Maybe you'd be a little nicer I've seen the victim turn guilty Become the bullet because your self-esteem is filthy But two wrongs never make a right I know it's cliché but it's true so take advice This is a vicious cycle you are to blame if you Ever seen it happen but you turned around in shame So many people witness the evil but they do nothing about it Sit around looking peaceful This is a chance to be somebody new Report a bully if you know one if he bothers you Cause if you don't the hate is free To pick another who was you to let Yourself nor somebody close to you suffer This ain't the way that it's supposed to be I'd like to think that if somebody was approaching me I wouldn't have to be alert in fear of getting hurt But if it was you I bet you nobody would see a smirk Few knew what you do to them in silent The things that we contemplate at night Maybe you'd be a little nicer If it was you with the scars, would never fade That be eating you alive Maybe you'd be a little nicer I've seen a victim turn guilty I've seen a victim turn guilty I've seen a victim become the bully I've seen a victim become the bully But if it was you I bet you wouldn't have been laughing guilty Become the bully But if it was you I bet you wouldn't have been laughing guilty Become the bully The things that we contemplate at night The things that we contemplate at night Few knew what you do to them in silent The things that we contemplate at night Maybe you'd be a little nicer If it was you with the scars, would never fade That be eating you alive Maybe you'd be a little nicer Few knew what you do to them in silent The things that we contemplate at night Maybe you'd be a little nicer If it was you with the scars, would never fade That be eating you alive Maybe you'd be a little nicer