He goes to the park,
Swings alone,
Hate's the world,
Hate's his home.
Chubby little boy,
Rosy cheeks at fourteen,
It's so sad how they tease,
He hates that they're mean.
His mother held him close at night,
His daddy scared monsters with the light,
His grandpa called him such a handsome man,
But now he's fat and the kids don't give a damn.
Throw a pebble, throw a stone,
But boy, you'll have to go home,
And look in the mirror and see,
How ugly you have to be.
He wants to look like a backstreet boy,
Making girls giggle and act all coy,
He would wear a tight black t shirt,
Make the girl ache till it hurt.
He want's to be Sugar Ray on MTV,
Pure confidence is all the boy sees,
Perfect skin and a perfect body,
He overheard his crush liked the 'hottie.'
But instead he's the Drew Carey in 9'th grade,
He betetr hurry or he'll be late,
To homeroom where no one will say hello,
Where he'll jiggle... like jello.
Wasn't high school a bad time?
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