A Regular Teen
I said, "I wanna grow up fast",
But now I regret my past,
I started to wheeze,
And not fucking breathe.
All I wanna do is go back to bed,
And let it all flow in red,
The smile is a mask,
That I endure during every task.
Mental issues are suffocating my mind,
And I'm scared of being left behind,
I tried to erase my presence,
Coz I had no essence.
Never hitting alcohol or smoke,
Everywhere I end up being "the joke",
Where is the life I planned,
All stories left in the sand.
Movies, 2000s core, edgy teens,
A place far left away than seen,
I have caused many troubles,
I remember blowing bubbles.
Sneaking out to parties, trying new stuff,
More like sitting home in jail and cuffed,
Ah, it's just a dream,
All of it, a fucking dream.
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