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- The School Shooter
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Not meant in any disrepect. To the tune of The Great Pretender. A very dark parody.
Oh-oh, yes he was The School Shooter
Soul going to Hell
Lived in a make-believe world of crazed dreams
and fantasies
No one ever seeing
Till it was far too late
He was't doing well
Dangerous
Lonely
Evil
But no one could tell
Oh-oh, yes he was The School Shooter
Adrift in a world he thought did't care
A damm shame
A violent video game may be only part of the blame
For a young man
So very bitter and twisted
All alone suffocating
The dreams of so many bright futures
Too real are these feelings of grief and agony
Too real are these images and sounds that the
media won't conceal
Oh yes he was The School Shooter
Just laughin' and killin'
Because he believed that to this cold, cruel world
He was nothing but a clown
Too little
Too late
Did't see what we should have
Could have seen
If we're just taken a closer look at the breaking
heart
Hidden within
Pretending to be normal whenever others were
around
Too real are these feelings of agony and grief
Too real are the images and sounds the media won't
conceal
Oh-oh yes he was The School Shooter
Adrift in a world he thought did't care
A damm shame
A violent video game may be only part of the blame
For a young man
So very bitter and twisted
All alone suffocating forever more
The dreams of so many bright futures
Sadly we'll never forget him
Oh yes too late
We found out
He was The School Shooter
2007 Ramona Thompson
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