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
You ever had to pass 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 class and
I was lucky if somebody didn't call me fag
Or knock my papers to the floor as I was passing
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