Tears running down your face.
Thoughts all scrambled.
So mad you don't know what to do.
You think about life.
Is it worth living?
Or should I throw it all away?
Why does it always happen to me?
This country is suppose to be free.
But then why do we have so many boundaries?
Our parents don't like the music.
So right in front of your face "crack" no more CD.
Taking everything.
Then wondering why you have so much stress?
Why do you have all these suicidal thoughts?
Why do you hurt yourself?
Well look in the mirror, it's you.
You are my problems.
So if you ever find me dead on the ground.
Don't be sad and show that you actually cared cause you didn't.
Or at least you couldn't show it to me fast enough.
 
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