Across the playground, i can see.
A girl getting beaten up, by the bully.
Watching it, it makes me sad.
But if I interfere, who knows what will happen to me?, Who knows how bad?.
All i can do is stand and stare.
As if I didn't really care.
As she is beaten, her clothes torn.
I can see, she wished she'd never been born.
Then she is left there in a flood.
Of her own gushing blood.
The next day it happens once more.
Beaten and bruised her clothes tore.
Finally, my courage is found.
I run over and push the bully to the ground.
Then the bully gets up and punches me.
I fall to the ground, and I see.
The girl running away from the bully and me.
Running away from the bully and me.
Running away from her misery.