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Sixteen, on the honor roll I wish that I was dead Parents hate me, I got zits And bruises 'round my head Pressure's on to get good grades So I can be like them Do my homework all the time I can't go out just then People they ain't friends at all They tease and suck me dry Yell at me when I fuck up And party while I cry I look so big on paper I feel so fucking small Dead Kennedys Wanna die and you don't care Just stride on down the hall Suicide suicide Read the paper, wonder why Turn the light out, then you cry It's your fault, you made me die Touch me won't you touch me now So frozen I can't love When I was born my mama cried And picked me up with gloves Girls, they kick me in the eye Want answers to the tests When they get them they drive off And leave me home to rest Hold my head Tell me I am loved Give me hope Let me cry Make me feel Give me touch The window's broken bleeding screaming Lying in the hall I'm gone no one remembers me A picture on the wall "He was such a bright boy The future in his hands:" -Or a spineless human pinball Shot around by your demands Suicide suicide Goin' to sleep and when I die You'll look up and realize Then look down and wipe your eyes Then go back to your stupid lives Aw shit