Walking down the hall, all these staring faces/
I guess everybody heard about last night//
At Stacy’s party, Amy drank that glass like/
Water, but that drink’s what made her lack sight//
It went, Amy and Frankie upstairs in a room/
The moaning drowned out by the bassheavy tunes//
The kisses turned to slipping off the dress she had on/
The conclusion, Amy’s virginity’s through//
Frankie walked out, Amy passed out/
And this morning she doesn’t know what happened in that house//
How did she get home? Why does her head ache/
Why did getting up out of her bed make her legs shake?//
Why are there hickeys planted all over her breast, she can’t take/
The way she feels, all these thoughts she cannot get straight//
She don’t remember, not even a fraction/
Come on Think Amy, try and remember what happened//
You don’t remember Frankie coming up and grabbing you/
Knowing you were drunk, the fun time that he had with you//
She said whatever, went into the bathroom/
Pulled down her shorts, dried blood like a tattoo -- fuck//

Now she remembers, telling him to stop/
Before her vision dimmed and her eyelids dropped//
Frankie took advantage of this beautiful being/
Daddy’s little angel taken away by this demon//
She told herself to breathe, although she couldn’t believe/
That Frankie, her little crush was somewhat of a thief//
He took her virginity, her mind, her soul/
Her comfort level, dropped to its all time low//
But she had to act normal, didn’t want her parents to ask/
Any questions, about that nervous look that she had//
She ate breakfast, put her school books in her bag/
Drove to school, and used all her power to get to her class//
But every person she passed, had a look of disgust/
And she swears she heard a person whisper look at this slut//
Every snicker came delivered with a churn to the gut/
And there’s Frankie, sharing that smirk with his bud//
I guess he told his friends, and his friends kept it running/
Now the whole school knows everything that she doesn’t//
Why’s she so confused, the tears could not be hidden/
As she opened up her locker, put her books and jacket in it//
She looks down, an envelope with whore written on it/
Face turned red when she picked it up and palmed it//
Ripped the flap open took the letter out to read/
All it said was kill yourself please//
There’s Amy, her against the world it seems/
This must be the everyday world of a teen//
Nothing was your fault but you get hurt by a team/
Of kids who go by what they’ve heard about and not what they’ve seen//
At that point, she ran out, took out her keys/
Got into the car and took off with some speed//
Sobbing, heart throbbing, couldn’t stop this disease/
Once she got home, she ran upstairs to find what she needs//
She looked inside the dresser drawer, found what she was looking for/
Daddy’s pistol hidden in a box, then she gripped it for a minute/
Held it 2 inches away from her head/
About another minute later she’s dead//
Amy wasn’t a slut, she was just another/
Victim of that little high school bullying stuff//
Remarks turn to scars, laughter turns to daggers/
Ongoing rumors turn to scattered brain matter//
So before you talk again, about a person you don’t know about/
Think before your words turn into weapons they will hold around//
Their neck, by their head, in a bottle of pills/
Because words don’t only hurt but they kill//