teenagers are constantly breaking underneath the strain of potato chips and fake ***;
plastic johns lining the house party outside. All there is to do is drink sparkling grape juice and wake up sticky-eyed from nightmare tears.
Ah, another day trapped like bears in a little zoo and fighting with sharpened fingernails; with animal growls. Another one bites a strawberry to make their mouth drip blood red.
Itβs paradise in our happy school And thereβs nobody here. I got up to sharpen my pencil and saw the silent desks, empty toilet stalls.
Thereβs no one to talk to in this lonesome hell.