Straight A's Lyrics

Sixteen, on the honor roll
I wish that I was dead
I hate my parents, I got zits
And bruises 'round my head

Pressure's on to get good grades
So I can be like them
Do my homework all the time
I can't go out, just then

People, they ain't friends at all
They tease and suck me dry
Yell at me when I fuck up
And party while I cry

I look so big on paper
I feel so very small
Wanna die and you don't care
Just stride on down the hall

Suicide, suicide
Read the paper, wonder why
Turn the light out, then you cry
It's your fault, you made me die, oh

Touch me, won't you touch me now?
So frozen I can't love
Oh, when I was born my Mama cried
And picked me up with gloves
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Girls, they kick me in the eye
Want answers to the tests
When they get them, they drive off
And leave me home to rest

Hold my head, make me warm
Tell me I am loved, give me hope
Let me cry, make me feel
Give me touch

The window's broken bleeding, screaming
Lyin' in the hall
I'm gone, no one remember me
A picture on the wall

"He was such a bright boy
The future in his hands
Or a spineless human pinball
Shot around by your demands"

Suicide, suicide
Goin' to sleep and when I die
You'll look up and realize
Then look down and wipe your eyes
Then go back to your stupid lives
Aw shit
Shit!

Sixteen, on the honor roll
I wish that I was dead
I hate my parents, I got zits