wasted youth

that's all we are

the wasted youth

the ugly lies

the ugly truth

 

smoking pot

and cutting red

unloyal people

inside our bed

 

and no one cares

about a crying teen

who gets beaten down

who screams and screams

 

that's all we are

the wasted youth

the ugly lies

the ugly truth

This poem is about: 
Our world

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