Broken teenager
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Fresh 16 my life was great, license, car, fuel in my tank.A simple question asked of my mother flipped my world like to fucking otherHer eyes told me the answer, the one I did not want to hearand this began the best and yet worst of my yearTo the
They are lost and scared
But, nobody has cared
We were wrong
They thought they just didn't belong
They put on a mask
They try to act naturally
I laugh...
I cry...
I yell...
I love...
Does this make me perfect?
Or imperfect?
Is it my hair?
The clothes I wear?
The music I listen to?
I guess you never really knew me
and I guess this is goodbye.
im sorry we werent ment to be,
all we ever was a teenage runaway story.
we met in the best and worst circumstances,
its almost been a year,
Dont tell me i have a lot to live for ; when i honestly dont . I let all my walls fall for you . Pretty words dont mean nothing if there arnt real or truth . I dont want to be here anymore . Its just so dark and cold . Am scared .
