Bully

Bully

©2017 James Simpkins / 5050songs Inc (ASCAP)
Release Date: Jul 21, 2018
Produced by Demo My Song®
Lead vocal: Scott

Lyrics

Goin’a tell you this story
‘Bout a problem of mine
Been too small since I was a kid
To short a long time

I didn’t grow up complete
A bad muscle on one side
It doesn’t work so good
Have a limp in my stride

At school in the morning
Rich kid shoves me ‘round
Says ugly things about my mom
Then knocks me to the ground

Life’s just so unfair
When your problems you can’t hide
Some of us pay all the dues
Others take a free ride

Whose goin’a draw the line
Whose goin’a say enough
They know I’m just a weak kid
But I can’t take this stuff

No, I can’t take this stuff

I thought I had to take it
Didn’t see another way
A black eye, a busted lip
The way I’d start my day

He’d burn up my phone
With these threatenin’ texts
He’d leave ‘em late at night
Didn’t know what was next

My mom tried to stop it
But his father was too rich
His mother set on the board
I was really in a fix

Life’s just so unfair
When your problems you can’t hide
Some of us pay all the dues
Others take a free ride

Whose goin’a draw the line
Whose goin’a say enough
They know I’m just a weak kid
But I can’t take this stuff

No, I can’t take this stuff

One evening at their mansion
My dad did arrive
Baseball bat in his hand
Anger in his eyes

Dad led his dad on down the street
A little speech he gave
There’s a new sheriff in town, dad said
A new way to behave

If your boy touches mine again
If he ever puts ‘em down
The next time that you see me
I’ll beat you to the ground

They’re bullies, thugs and brutes
Only difference is their age
Intimidate those weaker
Harasses us with their rage

They’re father are at fault
They’re mothers have a claim
When bullies are runnin’ loose
Both parents are to blame

Now I won’t have to cry
I won’t have to lose a fight
Won’t have to wake up afraid
In the middle of the night

Life’s just so unfair
When your problems you can’t hide
Some of us pay all the dues
Others take a free ride

Whose goin’a draw the line
Whose goin’a say enough
They know I’m just a weak kid
But I can’t take this stuff

No, I can’t take this stuff

Genre: Pop
Mood: narrative, thought-provoking
Instruments: drum, piano, guitar

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