Boba bubbles in our milk tea
Kids in the bathroom getting high
All fashions out in the open
With no dress code to abide
Movies, songs, clothes and parties
"Buy things!" Shout messages to our eyes
Discovering the American ways
From barbecues to facists' ides
Discovering our stance in this world
Making laughter and love on the sly
We'll celebrate our youth as it passes by
Birds of different plumes in an azure sky

Last games with our friends
Before the fall goodbyes
We've got social media on lockdown
Just until our working times
We campaign for people and our earth
Each day we hear more lies
Letting our voices ring out
Under the endless sky

In the summer heat we stroll
Every now and then ducking inside
Most of the prep work is already done
But some college calls still lie to the side
Each day each nation's dystopia grows
And the resistance comes up on the rise
For change, youth, and play are all rising high
In the bright, hot summer sky

In a Garden full of Roses.
One Rose was mercilessly plucked.
The Beauty of the Garden still remains.

A glass wall surround me
Blocking out foes, friends and family
I know I'm all alone, I know I'm not free
But this is the only way I can be

Its fragile, made of harsh words and cold
To push everyone away from my disastrous world
Even when I wish to be in your soft hold
To keep them away, my happiness I've sold

I'm so lonely, I'm in so much mental pain
But they say, with no pain, there's no gain
So I'll endure the brutal, unending rain
Waiting for the sun, even when I'm no longer sane

Like well-worn denim
we got so comfortable

then were taken by surprise
when we ripped at the seams.