I have no reason to continue this
I have to sit and consider the possibilities...
Maybe practice leads to perfection
Or maybe I'm looking for some type of satisfaction.
Teen angst? maybe. Family Issues? Likely.
Either way it all leads to depression....disappointment
WHO CARES ANYMORE
about what's expected of us
Same day, different shit
Place the stereotypes on me
Strongly worded remarks, are what bring us together
We are america's UNWANTED CHILDREN
Like shackles, attaching us by the heart
The Truth is leaking...
No way out now
Whispers and silent thoughts are past the grieving stage
No room for mistakes
Look what we've started
A Wrong path we've created
But nothing means much anymore, our happiness
outdated.
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