You wouldn't hear about my grades on the local news.
But stab a teacher, suddenly it's fucking national.
Zoning in on all the shit I said I wouldn't do.
Focusing on what the people call irrational.
I don't want to be a hero.
I don't want to be your idol.
Drop the bar from ten to zero.
It's making me suicidal.
If life's a book, then I'm the fucking antagonist.
You think I'm fucked up. Try send me to a therapist.
Doctors, teachers, councilors saying I'm depressed.
And dealing with this shit sure isn't helping with my stress.
Well you're sorry now, you're gonna try to take it back.
You can't stop these thoughts or this fucking panic attack.
You want forgiveness, you're pleading retribution, uh.
Ain't no judge or jury I'm the executioner.
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