Life? Life.

C & P

This one's kind of mature!

He was a lost boy, 

Not ready to be found. 

He met her and pretended; 

Whenever he's fucking needed he's nowhere around.

She was a delicate lilac, 

Not ready to be saved. 

She met him and poured everything; 

Seals her lips every time she gives her body that's fucking used.

He was a lost boy, 

In this wild town. 

He's busy getting addicted not realizing, 

Nothing's more addicting than his eyes that are brown.

She was a delicate lilac, 

In this trashy neighborhood. 

She's busy playing games not meant for her without realizing, 

Nothing's good for her but a different kind of livelihood.

He wasn't pure,

And neither was she. 

But when their world collided, 

It was even more dangerous than the wild town full of misfits.

He wasn't ready to be found, 

And she wasn't ready to be saved. 

So when their world collided, 

Another misfortune was added to the trashy neighborhood.