I remember middle school. I wanted to be like him.
The boy was a hero-- He did these things on a whim.
That little bird was like my hope that day.
He held it in his hands then let it fly away.

I admit that I liked him, but I found someone else, too.
He wasn't as annoying-- he actually had a clue.
And he could deal with my popularity, unlike the other one.
Although I still feel bad about everything I've done.

We went into high school one day. We were innocent and young.
But to stop myself from freaking out, I had to bite my tongue.
I didn't want to hurt anyone, even if it would set me free!
But to split up my group, the ones I loved... That was the last straw for me.

I'd kill both the boys, and the class too! It was the perfect plan.
But one of them turned it around on me-- that's when it all began.
Liar, liar, waiting for somebody to guess wrong.
They pinned the blame on the wrong kid, though he wasn't very strong.

They blamed the one who would never kill. The innocent, sweet one.
That's when it continued-- the argument had begun.
"You've got that wrong," the famous line. Trying to protect himself.
Although at the point we had reached, the despair wouldn't fix itself.

Liar, liar, pointed out, his life now on the line.
He blames it all on self-defense, as if he thinks that's fine.
Everybody casts their votes, they don't even say goodbye.
Liar, liar, the thing he loved is the way he's going to die.

They took my hope away that day. He was murdered in cold blood.
Gone, just like that little bird-- now buried in the mud.
He held it in his hands that day, that poor unlucky hero.
But then he went and set it free, and now his memories of me are zero.