You all go on as if it was a normal day.
But you all know his life was taken away.
Its all our fault we would tease and make fun.
Everyday he'd stay silent. He'd never run.
We would throw him a joke, make fun of his looks
We never knew it would be his life we took.
He couldn't take it so he grabbed a blade.
Put it to his wrist. A gash is what he made.
We are who did it. We all turned his heart black.
Now we are sorry when he cant come back.
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