I've always told you everything momma, but this...
I was rolling down a hill that was just too steep...

Everyone made fun of him day after day,
He tried to fit in but the cool kids would laugh...

I don't know what to think no more,
My friends are never there...

I felt some inspiration,
thought I'd lay down a few lines...

I'm sorry miss,
his servant said to me...

I can hear the echo,
of her pen tapping on her seat...

I know I could cry,
while it's cutting me up inside...

He walks in the door,
as I stumble to my feet...