It's 8 a.m.. This hell I'm in. Seems I've crossed the line again. For being nothing more than who I am. So break my bones. And throw your stones. We all know that life ain't fair. But there's more of us we're everywhere. We don't have to take this. Back against the wall. We don't have to take this. We can end it all. All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt. Can you hear me?. No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully. Think it through. You can't undo. Whenever I see black and blue. I feel the past. I share the bruise. With everyone. Who's come and gone. My head is clear my voice is strong. Now I'm right here to right the wrong. We don't have to take this. Back against the wall. We don't have to take this. We can end it all. All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt. Can you hear me?. No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully. It's 8 a.m.. The hell I'm in. Your voice is strong. Now right the wrong. All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt. Can you hear me?. No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully. All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt. Can you hear me?. No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully