As teenagers we think of funny things: We trust first boyfriends, run away from home, We ask adults to buy us cigarettes and drinks And wish to break the rules and live alone.
We claim we canβt survive without love, Believe we cannot live unhappily and sad, And growing up, with terror realize We can do that.
As a teenager and a kid, for some reason, I believed that people cannot survive without love. And when I grew up, to my horror, I realized that we can. Our body doesnβt just stop breathing when our heart is broken. We are locked in our living body with our ever-thinking and suffering brain. Crazy!