There have been times that have been trying;
been times I’ve felt like dying,
and, sure as hell, there has been crying
but isn’t that what teenage life is all about?
about the pain,
about the tears;
the callowness of younger years,
half broken hearts,
& half free souls,
& feeling like we’re never whole.
'Cause enough is never quite enough,
when you’re faced by the obscene;
the mean, green, in-between.