November 19th

[Verse 1] Woke up six a.m. on the ninteenth of November Staunton River High School the one beside the river Showered, checked my phone then got dressed can't remember Walked out of the house just like any other Little did I know I almost died next to my mother Keep the story on track, Got on the bus Walked to the back Smiled at my girl Today she's distant, Amanda what is wrong Amanda what you pissed at She says "Dylan in-between class you're always gone It's like all you care about is Sammy and DeSean I should be your number one Priority Cause let's be honest the majority of your friends are because of me Yeah it's hard to believe I used to date misses popularity Oddly enough she asked me out Take that for some clarity Guarantee I never get a second chance with her again "Damn babe, I'm sorry for being a bad boyfriend. I know this sounds late but Amanda I still love ya It took a long time to discover" But that day November 19th I stepped into the bus and seen Amanda cry Her and Tiffani yelling at me screaming why I reply Amanda don't cry I don't intend to ignore you But the more i say that Tiffani's screams at me intensify I'm so sorry now I stand in the aisle with the feeling of imaginary thousand knifes in my chest and thighs It's like the more she cries the more the pain multiples Then she says: "Dylan were through, Dylan were done" "You're nobody without me, Nobody hun" I crumble like the first day of a sun I'm slumped felt like a dump in my seat At the front Everybody laughs, Even Amanda joins These fake friends through me in the ocean without a fucking raft I feel hard then I finally crashed The bus stops at my stop I run through the rain so fast as I dash So fast I remember hiding tear drops in the rain Walking away from the bus stop covered in pain Eyes blurry it felt like my hear stopped On to the next one for her, My act's mopped My friends were all fake flops So I get at the hardtop of the driveway and hear the sound of smashing glass coming my way What the fuck is that What the fuck is that [Verse 2] Oh it's just Mom and Steve They arguin' again nothing new to see I walked around contemplating what had just occurred Maybe if she'd understand she wouldn't kick me to the curb But why would she Why would anyone else I just found out I had no real friends Not a chance, They only thought I was cool cus I was inside Amanda's pants In the distance My mom cries out, I rushed to the front door asking what's about My mom says Dyl be quiet Behind that door was a madman holding a revolver to my eyelids The world stood still Everything was quiet in sighs In a split second my life flashed before my eyes What do I do I'm too weak to fight it, I can't risk dying, Ain't nowhere to hide an I stared right in the eyes of death Looked in the barrel I'm lucky to be here; Postcard from hell [Verse 3] He calls me a faggot I want to fire back at but what can I do I make one false move then I'm doomed He walks me to my room I think what should I do Living in the mountains nobody has a clue Nobody is home, Call 911? Nah Amanda blew up my phone It's dead and maybe soon I will be too The last thing I want is a gunshot to the head wound I'm laying in the beat I try to separate but the pain inside accelerates My mind delays to collaborate, All this hate inside reactivates Don't know why my Mom came back to this cycle You'd think a God above wouldn't have took us back through this cycle I just need a shred of hope I just need an advocate But all I got is useless hate I wanna scream but I can't if I wanna stay in a human state My heart is pumpin' at a cougar's pace I sneak around the movie case I crawl behind the sofa couch I find my way under the kitchen table Grab the house phone out the charga' The task gets harda' I shut the door behind me, gently now I run outside called 911 Officer ever so stealth Trace this call I need fuckin' help Trace this call I need fuckin' help November 19th the worst of my life November 19th the day that I died