We were young, we smelt like pixy sticks and hope.
Ran through the meadows getting our dresses ***** without a s i n g l e care in the world
We'd laugh until our bellies hurt, and laugh even more
Smile so big the whole world could see it
Until you turned 13
Never saw that breath-taking smile again
Never laughed til you cried
All you did was just cry
Never came out your room
Til that day we found you
Hanging from the ceiling

I'm homeless now
You were my home
My only home in the ******* world
You're gone now
Too many memories I can't erase
Can you feel it?
Can you?
Sometimes at night, I can feel something wrapping around my bones
C r u s h i n g me
S u f f o c a t i n g me
Can you feel it?
Can you ******* feel it?

it's 3 AM and it's raining, i can still feel your lips on mine, i can still feel your breath on my face as you kiss me for the last time, i can still hear the last words you said to me playing over and over in my head like a broken
record player, "i don't love you anymore.. I'm sorry" you left me, in the rain. I was a peaceful sunshower, now I'm a deadly hurricane

I hate you, parents
Yall hurt us the most when yall post to protect us
"Fight for your children!" Naw it's easier to neglect us
Tell grandma don't be afraid of me
Because my generation is reckless
We're labeled naive, wild and disrespectful
But to receive it you must first respect us
Mothers wonder why you bury strangers wearing daddy's necklace                      
Who thought it was good for them to want power and wealth?
Welp, you raised them like that now bury them by yourself
I was conceived to a house they already knew was broken and torn
They let me believe when I die
I'm going down in flames just to burn
I got health and mental problems  
I didn't ask to be this way
But guess I'm forced to live and learn.
For a beautiful death, that's all I pray

Dreams are where we go to when reality seems to blow

Dreams are where we go to when we're feeling lost in the dark

Because that's where things tend to come true

Lost in this generation where the only things that matter are *** and alcohol

We've seem to have lost touch in what our imagination is for

Our imagination is for the thoughts and wonders about the world

Our imagination is to look at things we have never seen before

Our imagination is what makes us different

But our imagination seems to be lost in this world just like this generation

There's too many deaths of the young ones
There's too many grave stones piling up

What happened to this generation and why can't it be stopped?

Its rare to actually seen a happy teenager with all these demons breaking out

So to all you depressed teens out there

How about bring back your imagination and let it run free

Dreams those unforgettable dreams  and dont let those demons break free

Dont let the demons break free

you were my second skin
the familiar warmth
the comforting caress
the soft sound that rang like bluebells in my ears

and now you're gone
a void of cold, bitter air
the comfort no longer lingers
your song no longer sings

all that's left is a sliver of your touch
a slight warmth encapsulated by a cold frost
it still warms my chest
i'll be okay

Growing up happened faster than I thought it would;
Now I pay bills and visit my parents.
I sleep in this recliner where I would stay up late,
Talking on the phone with liars until I fell asleep.
"Dulcet tones into a receiver," I called them before.
Now I know better.

My feelings aren't hurt anymore,
And now I've forgiven almost everything.
I'm too strong now for the backbiters of the past,
And they've grown into harmless strangers
Like we all do.

Sometimes when I hear that song,
I feel the hurt again, but that's all it is;
A feeling, fleeting, gone by the double bar line,
And I feel so much better.
I cry much more for happiness these days.

Growing up is happening so quickly,
And now I'm waiting in the recliner on an engagement
That will have the harmless strangers smiling politely.
Their feelings aren't hurt anymore
And we all know better now.

They’d tell you it would be okay,
Things would flow,
But it feels like the river stopped,
I have nowhere to go.

I keep pushing through,
Boulder by boulder,
The rocks sometimes fall on me,
But I try to always be stronger.

My mind is a mess,
Like the things in my room,
Waiting to get sorted out,
From the sun till the moon.

School is a place to compete, compiting  over who has the most materialist life. Teens no longer go to school with the purpose of learning, their priority is fitting with other insecure teens to create a sense of that craved acceptance.

You taste like love
As our swollen lips dance
Under the gleam of the moonlight

The sweetness of each kiss
The sweat sticking between our skins
The lust lingering in the air
But the love staying there