Hell Without A Name

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They were just kidding
When they said that you
Didn't fit the mold, couldn't hang
With the crew

They were joking around
When they afflicted pain
You'll never get over all your life
Living in the shame

You didn't know that you could kill
You couldn't face the facts
When they all died because they lied
Teased, joked, or called you fat

You put the gun to your own head
And think to end it all
With one shot you sealed your spot
In another world you call

Retribution, it's all the fame
You never had alive
Vindication, a revelation
Of transferring the blame
A suicidal revolution
You never felt the same
Just end your life and take to wife
A hell without a name

They never knew the chick in school
Whose head always hung low
They never asked why she was last
To leave, they never saw the blows

Her shirts long sleeved, her pants too hot
But she never seemed to mind
When she went home, they never saw
Him beat her time after time

So they assumed that she was odd
They never thought to care
That the reason she stopped coming to school
Was because she wasn't there

Beat to death and we're all deaf
To the silent screams we hear
Absent minded we can't find it
In our hearts to care
When we walk along the streets
Passers by who don't seem to care from whence they came
And ended life that took to wife
A hell without a name

You see them everyday in their derformed faces
You hear the taunts they lie down at your feet because they hate the races
You never stop to think that it was not a choice
It wasn't a conscious decision
So you toss the knife into their life
With deadly aim precision

Stop to think
Stop to realize
That sometimes you are wrong
Before you know it
You could blow it
Another chance won't come along
Give a chance to someone else
Live without the games
Maybe your pride just doesn't matter...
To a hell without a name.

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