an exercise in angst (teenage mood).
I. hurt your skin, peel it back- fade to black doused in sin. no one cares. shed your tears. share your fears. nothing’s fair. count to three or to four. like before, can you see anything? there’s nothing. II. so you like the feel, but don’t like the taste- such a fucking waste, waiting to be real. should i try? well, what for? what for? what for? i’m just so bored like before wanna die. wanna try to get out of here then into someone, i’m just acting dumb- so happy you hear.