This generation has become so lost,
The idea of perfect wrapped around,
Believing being perfect and better looking,
Is the only way out.

Because of this flaw and so much more,
We are the generation,
Who will teach our children,
To love and accept,
Everyone and everything,
No matter race, sexuality, weight or gender,
For being unique and original,
In their own special ways.

Because we know,
How much it hurts,
Being kicked and taunt,
To feel out of place,
Like somehow we just don’t belong,
And no one understands.

We are the generation,
Who will be there for our kids,
And let them know,
It’s alright to talk about their feelings.

We are the generation,
Who will not let them hide in the dark,
But bring them to the light,
Which is filled with delight.

We are the generation,
That will begin a new formation.

Grazing at the moon,
Thinking how time flew,

She wrote a note,
Her hands shaking wild,
“I’m sorry I didn’t say,
But my mind was messed up,
You couldn’t save me anyway.”

Holding a hidden blade,
Tightly with pain,
She drew a picture on skin,
Yearning,
Her life would expire soon.

Tightening the line around her neck,
A ghost smile played on her lips,
As she took her final breathe.

Now it’s all gone,
All over,
She’s greeting death.

You pretend I'm not there,
You pretend like you don't care,

You only run to me when you need me,
But I'm always, always there,

I thought you were mine to keep,
But there you go shredding me into pieces,
over and over again.

So here's to goodbye,
Here's to the memories we build,
Here's to where I draw the line.

So don't come running after me when it's a little to late,
Cause It was your lost, not mine.
I was there, always have been, always was.

But, now I'm not to sure anymore.
Because I'm tired of it all.
I want to be chosen, captivated by heart.
Not just needed and thrown aside.

So cheers,
Here's to goodbye.