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 bill that gray ground 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 hid 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 outta 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