We're so hung
And so young
Burning our lungs
Because now we don't feel love
Red roses and daisies
In a field of you
It's purple rain for me and you
I'll give you one
I'll take the other two
I need it more than you
All I want is a painkiller
Or an herb
Just ease the pain
Make it all go away
You get on my nerves
I just can't run away
As long as I get an A
I'm A okay
No I'm not a person now
I'm a statistic
I'll continue to sacrifice my breathing device
Just to feel something more beautiful than nice
All I want is a painkiller
Or an herb
Just ease the pain
Make it all go away
You get on my nerves
I just can't run away
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Good ol' poems
PoetryThese poems are ALL MINE and if you want to use them PLEASE credit me. None of these are copied and are from my imagination and thoughts. None of the pictures used are mine and I do not take ANY sort of ownership for them. Enjoy :)
