We all have our set of friends
Our pals, our buds, or our peeps
Then there’s the nerds,
The losers, the geeks and creeps

Walls built up, the lines are drawn
Which side shall you stand on
Stay there strong, keep to your own
You may only talk to them on the telephone

This is how it’s always been
You get a group and stick to it
Those are the social rules
Only with them may you sit

The ones who have your back
Are the ones who pick up your slack
And if you even dare cross sides
You’ll be the one who hides

That other side doesn’t want you there
They’ll chase you out without a care
A person who can cross safely is rare
I did, that’s why I’m the Grizz Bear

And all who judge, come out of your hiding space
And say your idle threats right to my face…