Abuse! Abuse!
Abuse Abuse Abuse!

There goes the boy who's rather apathetic
He cares for no one, can't you tell?
Though his actions do make sense
It's a way of self defense
After all, he isn't treated all that well

Look there's the young one with bizzare demeanor
He's sneaking down that dark stairwell
Don't you think it's awful strange?
How he always acts deranged
He's really quite offset I do dare tell

Bonjour, good day! How is your family?
Why must you ask? I do not know.
Besides, you fool, it's not your business
Why must you all ask me such stupid things?

And there they go, the one who doesn't talk much
With rarely even a farewell
I wonder if there's something more
From blatant internal war
That they always seem to have in which they dwell