Oct 05, 2006 21:37
Sweet sixteen? What the fuck?
Some asshole put a magnifying glass
over my heart.
To blow you up.
Every little thing is another
nail in my skull.
I'm just supposed to deal.
But you know what?
When you're sixteen,
you can't.
Every fuckass thing,
Every damn thing
slices through my skull.
My immature, sixteen year old skull
is too small to hold them.
Teen suicide rates are up?
Yeah, that's because we all
want to excape that damn
magnifying glass.
Life keeps shooting,
And we keep running.
We all want to run
to the garage and put
the key in the ignition.
One last high before we
all leap screaming into the unknown.
Which is the real Hell?
I don't know and I don't care.
Fuck hormones and Fuck you too.