High School Years

Take me out, take me out of here
I'm tired of being called a queer
When you used to bring me down and call me names
I'm alone so I don't play with games

Send me off, send me off somewhere
I never thought that I would hear
The words that you would say to me
It's all good cause I've lost my sanity

I hate you
We're all through
It's not fair
I don't care what you think

I'm running, starting to strike
I need some time to decide
Should I stay or should I leave?
It's making me start to heave