Society Killed The Teenager

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Smells like Teen Spirit


Washing up on the shore


Tangled in sins, drums that beat no more


 


Feels blue


Reaching into my chest


Releasing my heart from my breast


 


Taste like death


Blood on my skin, that’s rain


The more they cut, the less I feel the pain


 


Sounds like glory


Dreams are strange fruit, hanging in trees


Young girls lust, passing by on the breeze


 


Looks like confinement


Scraping at youth’s imagination


A blacked out room, this is our damnation

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