Whipping Soul

Bitter taste down in my lungs

The outside world's unimical (on my own)

The other boys are beating me

The girls always act with pity (whipping soul)

Damn it!

Every day the anger's growing

Could it be already this big?

Feeling like a bomb ready to explode...

(Dwarf, fatty, spotty, ugly)

Can't take it anymore

The only thing for me for now

Is to run out and to cry

And I cry

And I cry, hoping that the tears won't turn to blood

And I wait

For the day it will stop...

Why can't I try counter-act, They're not better than me

So practical to deviate all the bullying

(Please God help me, I'm one of your sheeps)

Every sign of irritation entertains them so much

Climb of disgust of myself has reached for me its top

And I cry, hoping that the tears won't turn to blood

Their blood

They laugh

Pray, pray, pray you'll never be under my dependence

Cry, cry, you'll cry, I swear

Now I wait, just to take revenge

It's pretty much clear now

I'll never receive confidence of someone

And I'll never give mine to anybody

It may sound sad, but from today

It will be my way to be