Sick & Twisted

The bell rings and the day starts, a bully calls him a retard,

You can see the look of shame on this kid's face, failed as a rapper,

And he fell from his grace of (success),

He gave up on life with no more reasons to try, could never get to cry

Even with the thoughts of him wanting to die, he would never get himself,

He would just sit in the corner and hide,

You can mess with the devil, crazy and wicked,

But you can't escape the sick and twisted,

So he gets home, goes to his room, breaks down and he cuts,

Tries to slit his wrist, but the door opens, says "what?", "what do you want?"