Cry

Watch the baby swim for a dollar
Learnt in scouts how to tie up a noose
Unlike the dollar the penny is solid
Yet more prone to nickel abuse
In assembly we bow to our Jesus
Our loyal son that doesn't exist
It makes us laugh to tear up the Bible
Chew each page as if he is missed
Where's my glasses
By my bruising
Picked for football
Now we're losing
I try my hardest
They punch me harder
I need my mother
And my father
I can't pretend
I could'nt run
Too small to think
About the sun
I'll never be like the other children
I need my mother to tie my laces
I earnt every single abrasion
And each scorn on each multiple face