Balsa Wood Bones

Somehow I can’t forget, you picked my feet off the ground,

You pushed my face in, and I nearly drowned.

What did that teach me?

I just can’t forget, you were just mean from the start.

You’d leave me bleeding in the park after dark.

What did that teach me.

Somehow I don’t forget, you’d laugh right into my tears.

You’d call me sissy, and you’d call me a queer.

What did that teach me.

I just won’t forget, how it just made you feel good,

To snap my bones, like they were balsa wood.

What did that teach me.

Somehow I didn’t forget, I found out right where you live.

I rang the buzzer and I let myself in.

All that you taught me.

I will never forget, the look of shock on your face.

I pulled the trigger and your life was erased.

What did that teach you?