Front of the class
where the un-popular gather
Crowding around to talk
about eachothers homework
Ya we are what the cool kids call the nerds
Outside in the hall, waiting for the routine beating
Waiting for your favourite teacher to bring some peace
To break up the fight, that made the other person believe
that they were allowed to belittle the weak
School was the one world you were an outcast
School was the boxing ring of hate
I wish it could have been another way
But I guess they saw my saviour as fools gold
not a place to run away to so I could feel safe
Making crude remarks of what was real in my life
They never saw how happy he had made me feel
I never really cared, cuz they didn't see what was real
I guess they were in total awe of the world
that they were just too blind to see
the pride they were not ashamed to bring