The monsters under our beds turn to monsters in our heads
The ghosts in the attic become the ghosts of past loves
Pain was a broken leg that soon became a fight to the death with your mind
Shots were something we got so we didnt get sick but they turned to needles littering the ground
Medicine was tylonal we took when we had a cough now its pills we pop to forget life
we went from cutting paper into works of art to ripping our own skin apart into a crimson mess
yelling was what you did at the playground now it's what happens when when you can't stand living
Bruises would come from falling off the monkeybars now they come from those you think love you
shots were from soda caps and giggles that turned to sneaking out and getting wasted to forget
What happend to those kids whoes eyes were full of hope
What happened to those kids who wanted to grow up
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 5:09 PM UTC
The monsters under our beds turn to monsters in our heads
The ghosts in the attic become the ghosts of past loves
Pain was a broken leg that soon became a fight to the death with your mind
Shots were something we got so we didnt get sick but they turned to needles littering the ground
Medicine was tylonal we took when we had a cough now its pills we pop to forget life
we went from cutting paper into works of art to ripping our own skin apart into a crimson mess
yelling was what you did at the playground now it's what happens when when you can't stand living
Bruises would come from falling off the monkeybars now they come from those you think love you
shots were from soda caps and giggles that turned to sneaking out and getting wasted to forget
What happend to those kids whoes eyes were full of hope
What happened to those kids who wanted to grow up
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