Those **** millennial's always so lazy,
Those **** millennial's always so crazy,
Those **** millennial's you've raised since babies
Those **** millennial's you'll expect to take care of you in your eighties.
A generation set up for doom, by the very people who's womb we once roomed.
Are we really all at fault,
why mom and dad can't even talk without an assault.
Human killing human aren't we all the same?
Such a shame were the ones to blame for all this tumult,
are we not the children and you the adult.

Born into a world so lost the only thing mattering is the cost. Happiness is the price we pay to lay in wait for our demise. Cry after cry people shout at the sky demanding change from some random guy.
Why won't he answer and help you get by? Why wait numb and just hope to die?
I am Jesus from the sky, you are Jesus answer the cries.
Wake up from the trance that's passed down from parents to parents. Go to school and earn your inheritance and hope per chance the stance you take on this great big dance is the same as the guy with the suit and pants.
Thwarted from start were set up with no chance to achieve what is in our heart. We accept our fate as fools who can't achieve their goals. We accept our fate as dead when we can't win the bread. All because we care about what someone else said. Why wait numb when it's us that can shed the light, the weapons that are going to win this fight we our indigo and our future is bright.

Infatuated by your beauty,
intrigued by your mind.
Ur blue eyes stop time.
So fine, and all mine.

Your stare an aphrodisiac; a small heart attack, systematically stimulating, straining my self control.
Your hair provokes my amorous glare, tearing down the walls of insecurity and worry.
Your eyes, even behind the lies, a sweet surprise as luminous as any sunrise;
save your good byes, no need to cut ties.
Your thighs catalyze my emotion quicker than any wave in the ocean.
Your flaws, minuscule in demeanor, as beautiful as a souped up two seater.
You are a movie and I'm just sitting in the theater.

A single strain of your blonde hair in my bed remind me of the words we've said , Bodies pressed together, face to face no such thing as personal space. Your nails leaving marks on my back as I whisper in your ear and tell you I love you back. Lightly kissing your neck to drive you crazy in all the right ways, effortless because you've got me in a daze in all the best ways.

My silver lining, the timing impeccable.
My light at the end of the tunnel, making the fight and struggle seem all so subtle.
I appreciate you in every way, though to say we just met. Seems like it's been you and me since the ready set.

I grow up in a generation of people using self medication to numb problems they make up in their head. So your parents didn't tuck you into bed and the food was shoddy when you were fed.
Comparing problems as if to win the ultimate prize of a future full of demise? Open your eyes and watch the sunrise, you are not the only one fighting, for we grow up in a generation of people self medicating. Lock arms with me to fight this mental war, reap the surprise of happiness, that's what you'll have in store.

A green plant, a deviant to society.
But why so be. When the, so true to me.
Educate before hate, a medication people take for relaxation, a patient in the hospital of time.
Memories of the lies, and despair fill the air not only to realize, a seed of Mother Earth that can mask all of the dark sides and demise. Is not legal in the eyes of the big men.
So again I say, a deviant to society I hide to be, high the key, in the aid to my struggle, a deviant to society.

It's warm outside yet everyone is cold on the inside. Looking for whatever blanket to cover their consciousness, and warm them themselves from the inside out.
Always doubting themselves, yet their actions project a different movie in the theatre of their peers. A movie of joy and cheer to numb their biggest fears of rejection, not fitting in. Not being able to win.
But when night comes to end and it's just you my friend, trapped with these things you suppress, setting yourself up for nothing but depressed.
Break the chains of your mind, and be true with yourself, are you actually happy or will this be another American tragedy.

A true friend you've always been there.
When there was no one else who cared alone in a corner and scared. You were a friend. When the weight of the world was so much to bare, my blank stare. you took some of the stress away, you cared, a true friend. As I go through the motions of everyday life, the travesty and the plight, you inspire me and give me reason for excite, a true friend always there. Your green stare enraptures my mind, exhale and reap nothing but the benefits of our friendship. Thank you for what you do despite the fight to keep you down. For like many of us you're just misunderstood and to you I will be your friend in need, your friend indeed.