All that you where is nothing now,
Your flame has burnt out some how.
But I'm still here I still have to live,
And every thing that I had to give .
You have taken with you to your grave,
You are dead because of the one you saved.
Why are you were I should be,
Why was it you? why was it not me.
It is my fault you died in your cell,
It was my sin that condemned you to hell.
Little children, pretty words,
You try so hard to be heard.
No one listens no one cares,
You scream out loud it's so unfair.
Rebel now, smoke some buds,
Pop a pill, take some drugs.
Make it shiny make it new,
Take them to forget the truth.
Tell them that you need the pain,
Cut your wrist and miss your vein
Say goodbye to all of your dreams
Your just another suicidal teen!
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