My head is bigger, bolder, new
My skin is cold and black and blue
The ice is freezing in my hands
Before you get angry count from 10
I didn't want to grab or push
To turn your teeth back into mush
Of course you ended up just fine
My days off the campus, only 9
My words were sharp like little spears
The kids will remember my name for years
The "quiet kid" as is my fate
I'm sorry for the ground yo...
