poor little albin

poor little albin

Andra gången jag postat denna, förra gången var för mer än ett halvår sen. Ändrat lite.

Albin had no friends, got humiliated and mugged at school
But he wanted friends, they kicked his bike and called him fool
It made no sense, he wore brand sneakers to be cool
Scared, nervous and tense, no girl knew him, cybersex was his tool
Hurt and bleeding hands, of dodging punches in the hallway at noon
Albin had no chance, curses was given him and spit in his food
He picked up his pens, wrote poetri and lyrics to eas his mood
They laughed at him, teacher made him read a poem that he wrote
Picked last always, in gymclass he wanted to be good
Last in the showers, didnt want to be called gay or fruit
Pissed in his pants, one day when paul threaten he kill him soon
Albin got feed up, bought a gun cause he wanted to rule
Albin couldnt take it no more, made paul cry where he stood
Killed five kids, it was albins turn to be cruel
Wounded several freaks, shot as many he could
The sirens went off, albin put the steel to his head
Albin knew he was fucked, last glimt was a piece of his saliva bread

Poor little albin is not afraid anymore
He found peace rigth after the clock striked four