Eggstone - Il Trascurato

Deep in my heart
I hope that school won't start again
With all the torments heaven sends
But slowly summer's coming to an end
Don't you remember we used to be friends

Gather your troops
Turn me into your laughing stock
And start a fire in my bag
And press my head down in a garbage can

So you made sure
That no one gets to like me
And you slashed the tires of my bike
There is nothing you can do that will surprise me
I won't remember we used to be friends

I close me eyes
And hope you die
And when you're dead
I know this song will come back to me