For the kids with lonely days
the one's without a shoulder to cry on
a razor to cut with
or a hand to hold
For the kids that lost love yesterday
with no hope for tomorrow
For the kids who stand out in a crowd
because the black cloud isn't welcome
For the kids with broken families
the ones that don't care
understand
or know
For the kids that grew up too quickly
but didn't mature
For the ones with too many insecurities
to go further
For the kids that don't believe it,
and for the one's that just don't care
Life gets better,
once you get there.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
For the kids with lonely days
the one's without a shoulder to cry on
a razor to cut with
or a hand to hold
For the kids that lost love yesterday
with no hope for tomorrow
For the kids who stand out in a crowd
because the black cloud isn't welcome
For the kids with broken families
the ones that don't care
understand
or know
For the kids that grew up too quickly
but didn't mature
For the ones with too many insecurities
to go further
For the kids that don't believe it,
and for the one's that just don't care
Life gets better,
once you get there.
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