Tired of Games

Defective, reflective;
you're all just the same.
Stupid kids make the rules
for you own little games.
You prowl the halls for your prey
with malicious intent.
Seeing is believing
and, yeah, you can bet
I've seen it all with my own eyes,
better watch out.
You're in for a surprise.
There's some competition now.
We're not little girls,
little boys with big dreams.
We're big kids now,
all torn at the seams.
Not quite ripped to shreds
but we're scarred every day
by the hurt that you caused
with the games that you played.
It's time to rise up;
send word, make the call.
We're the dream team.
It's time to play ball.