teenage culture
Sitting in my room staring at my walls wishing i had balls Balls to tell those kids in the halls to fuck off Balls to tell my mom about the drugs Balls to go a day without weed but lately that's a need Aka the only way to feel like me I feel defeat you can always tell people how you feel But it is never no big deal unless its worst then what they have gone threw This gives me so much frustration Why does there have to be so much unhealthy conversation
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