Does anyone remember Tony. A quiet boy little over weight. He had breasts like a girl. When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely. I'd stare over his shoulder. At a map of the world. He always finished all his homework. Raised his hand in homerooom. He called the morning attendance. With the pledge alligence to the gloom. Hey Tony what's so good about dying. He said I think I might do a little dying today. He looked in the mirror and saw. A little faggot starin back at him. Pulled out a gun and blew himself away. I hated every day of high school. It's funny I guess you did too. Its funny how I never knew. There I was sitting right behind you. They wrote it in the local rag. Death comes to the local fag. I guess you finally stopped believing. That any hope would ever find you. Well I know that story. I was sitting right behind you. Hey Tony what's so good about dying. He said I think I might do a little dying today. He looked in the mirror and saw. A little faggot starin back at him. Pulled out a gun and blew himself away. Hey Tony whats so good about dying dying. Hey Tony whats so good about dying dying. Hey Tony what's so good about dying. He said I think I might do a little dying today. He looked in the mirror and saw. A little faggot starin back at him. Pulled out a gun and blew himself away. Pulled out a gun and blew himself away. Pulled out a gun and blew himself away