My name is Holden Caulfield,
And I might just be a fool.
Picking fights and calling names,
Failing out of private school.
My house is my tombstone,
And killing time is killing me
Like the smoking cigarette
Perched between my teeth.
I'm trading my innocence
For a bottle of apathy
Because the harsh light of reality
Is beating down on me.
I'm so brain dead and bored,
I'm almost six feet in the ground.
Chasing after nothing at all,
A carousel spinning round and round.
I went on a small vacation
To avoid my fate by passing time.
Is idly watching life go by
A punishable crime?
A bunch of plans in my head,
but they're all half hearted.
I'm lacking a catalyst,
but the reaction never started.
I'm the leading actor
In my own theatrical tragedy.
Should I just burn my script,
Instead of becoming a casualty?
I just want to be a kid again,
And put my problems on pause.
I'm fighting against growing up,
A martyr for a dying cause.
I call everyone a phony,
But the truth is still the same.
I'm a smart aleck feigning stupid,
With only himself to blame.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
My name is Holden Caulfield,
And I might just be a fool.
Picking fights and calling names,
Failing out of private school.
My house is my tombstone,
And killing time is killing me
Like the smoking cigarette
Perched between my teeth.
I'm trading my innocence
For a bottle of apathy
Because the harsh light of reality
Is beating down on me.
I'm so brain dead and bored,
I'm almost six feet in the ground.
Chasing after nothing at all,
A carousel spinning round and round.
I went on a small vacation
To avoid my fate by passing time.
Is idly watching life go by
A punishable crime?
A bunch of plans in my head,
but they're all half hearted.
I'm lacking a catalyst,
but the reaction never started.
I'm the leading actor
In my own theatrical tragedy.
Should I just burn my script,
Instead of becoming a casualty?
I just want to be a kid again,
And put my problems on pause.
I'm fighting against growing up,
A martyr for a dying cause.
I call everyone a phony,
But the truth is still the same.
I'm a smart aleck feigning stupid,
With only himself to blame.
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