Too Young to Die
We rose onto this earth
Happy and carefree
Before nothing mattered to us
Until we became teens
Inside anyone we see
There’s a scar beneath
Once upon a time
Band-aids fixed everything
Now we hide our own hearts
Living half in the dark
Head barely above water
We plaster on a smile
Where’s the end of this pain
This tunnel we’re trapped inside
Just fourteen and counting
Far too young to die.
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