We're just teenagers,
Lost in ourselves,
Looking for someone,
To save us from this hell,
Spend with me the days that you have left,
As a tortured soul, begging for your death,
Let's wake up early,
And feel the cool fall air,
Let's lay in the back yard,
And blankly stare,
At how small we are compared to what does not change,
And think about how our voices will never effect the stars that surround our bodies,
And wonder if things get better or if this is just a phase that's been going on far too long.