He always was a shy boyAlways found life to enjoyThey picked on him one dayThey took his enjoyment awayThey would put bugs in his hairHe thought his teachers didn't careThey called him every bad nameSaid that being strange was to blameHurt him and caused him painPushed him over in the rainThey even spat in his faceTold him he was a disgraceJohnny please don't cryI know you just want to dieJohnny I don't know whyIt's easy when you tryI wish the bullies would just go awayLeave Johnny alone for only one dayThere are too many boys and girls in tearsToo many bullied face suicide these yearsPoor Johnny couldn't take any moreFound him hanging from off the floorPoor Johnny is one of the deadWe should kill bullying insteadcopyright Chris Smith 12th November 2009

He always was a shy boyAlways found life to enjoyThey picked on him one dayThey took his enjoyment awayThey would put bugs in his hairHe thought his teachers didn't careThey called him every bad nameSaid that being strange was to blameHurt him and caused him painPushed him over in the rainThey even spat in his faceTold him he was a disgraceJohnny please don't cryI know you just want to dieJohnny I don't know whyIt's easy when you tryI wish the bullies would just go awayLeave Johnny alone for only one dayThere are too many boys and girls in tearsToo many bullied face suicide these yearsPoor Johnny couldn't take any moreFound him hanging from off the floorPoor Johnny is one of the deadWe should kill bullying insteadcopyright Chris Smith 12th November 2009