Youth America

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 12, 2011

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Submitted: December 12, 2011




I am a junkie who will never recover.

Never be happy until he discovers

What it’s like to live with nothing.

Homeless with a bit of stuffing.

Huffing and Puffing while trucking along

You’ll take the lead while I sing a song.

Stay strong, suck it in and pass me the bong

We’re done being wrong and done feeling ill

We’re fixing our anger by snorting these pills

Time standing still while I fill my vein

The truths so blurred you declare me insane

Taming my thoughts to believe what is wrong

I’m not just an ape, they call me king kong

It doesn’t last long, thoughts of death kick back in

I sin and I sin but won’t ever win.

I’m pinned and ready to die, Suicide?

Why? When you can get high.

I’m going to fly, may it be in my mind

Falling behind, a swine intertwined in

Nothing but lies. 


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