He sits alone in a crowded hall

Thinking, "why do they look away?"

He tries to fight the urge he feels

It fights him every day

They hate him, he feels their eyes

As they look the other way

He hates them too, he stares right back,

And his thoughts begin to fray

Just one hello, a friendly smile

Would keep his hate at bay

But no one cared, no one cared

No one cared to say

"Hey there, Wes, how’s it going?"

"Wes, are you okay?"

And he felt the gun behind him

Saying "Wesley, make them pay

For all the pain they’ve made you feel

They’ve set your hopes to clay

They’ve hurt you for the final time

Lets end this all today"

And he listens, Wesley listens

To the things he lets it say

It makes too much sense to him

He no longer will delay

In seconds slowed by fear and screams

He pulls the gun to play

Fires shots, one, two, and more,

Then leaves them where they lay