Stop! Stop it please
Do you know what it means
I'm. I'm really hurt
Do you know what happened to Burt

He's. he's dead, it all went to his head
There are too many bullys, too many to count fully

They don't know what they're doing
They're. they're hurting
You don't feel terrible
I can't believe this, it's unbearable

Children killing themselves over this
It gets me so pissed!
Are you happy? You don't feel a bit crappy?

You're the reason they die, you make their families cry
Oh but I forgot you don't care, oh, but to you that seems fair

Stop! Just stop

Don't be a fool
When it's too late
Everyone will think you're a tool
And that wouldn't be cool
Don't be the blame, that would be a shame

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