I am taking the first step of this train,
On the previous platforms,
I have left the drama and the pain,
And I am never looking back in that direction ever again.
My eyes wonder in the direction of the pier,
The bullies try and eye ball me down the high street expecting to find fear,
Be careful who you are friends with,
Because these seaside haters don't play down here,
School was hard and by the sea side I am aiming to start a new,
But the bully's thinking,
That they can tell me what I can and cannot say has got me feeling blue,
My message to them is watch who your messing with,
As right now I am growing creatively strong.
You can do your worst to me,
Because once I have this pen in my hand,
You cannot do me no wrong,
On the one hand there's bullies are telling me the list of pubs and clubs
That there are willing to let me go,
Some one has taken the sun out the sky and replaced it with icy cold snow,
They keep threatening to get there elders to stab me up on my return,
On the other hand a girl who I am close to is hell bent on emptying my pockets,
She is thinking I have got money to burn,
You should hear the rumours that I am hearing about me,
Its lie after lie,
I want a soul-mate in the sand not some one who is going to bleed me dry.
I am starting to think that the grass isn't greener on the other side,
These bullies are wrong if they think they can beat me down,
Because Albino-boy will sallow his blood before he swallow his pride,
In the end I will have the last laugh because through the drama,
I will maintain my lyrical talent for every one to see,
A new start up here is becoming hard to find,
Pens paper and bloodstained sandcastles are the only things I see.
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