You Had To Pick On Me - Matt Kennon

He hid behind his lunchbox

Everyday at that bus-stop

Where some big ole boys got their kicks

Kicking him around

He was scared as hell of that Recess Bill

That gray ground was more like a battlefield

And he knew he'd get himself killed

If he didn't back down

With black in his eye and blood in his mouth

On the way home all he thought about

Is we could've been team-mates

We could've been friends

You could've made a difference

You could've stepped in

If you didn't like me

You should've just let me be

But no you had to pick on me

She heard them laughing about

The way she looked

In the hallway at the high-school

She hid behind her books

Everyday in that lunch-room

She wouldn't eat a thing

She stared in that mirror

Hating what she'd see

Trying to be pretty became a disease

She was killing herself just dying to fit in

The diary she kept underneath her bed

Hid all those words that she never said

We could've been sisters

Cheering at the games

We could've gone to prom

Shared the same limousine

If you didn't like me

You should've just let me be

But no you had to pick on me

It's time to make a stand

Take responsibility

Because It's gotten outta hand

There should never have to be

Another child's headstone

That might as well read

You had to pick on me

Yeah you had to pick on me