so this is the end to an everlasting fate in the beigging ive warned you ive told you my demons ive told you sorrows ive told you things that have never left my haret i love you ive lost you and i probbally with never get you back the thing is though did you ever once think this would be the fate youll go back to your doing and ill go back to my but with that four am sadness we will be together again those night when you are cold your thoughts of my will warm you we shall cry together to that four am sadness youve been hurt ive been hurt we share the hurt past lovers have caused us by creating our own i hurt you with my actions i cant take the sepreation it will make me do nothing but rot its breakeing mt hert because im breaking yours They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun

And keep an eye on you, son

So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work

They're gonna give you a smirk

'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean

They're gonna rip up your heads,

Your aspirations to shreds

Another cog in the murder machine

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

The boys and girls in the clique

The awful names that they stick

You're never gonna fit in much, kid

But if you're troubled and hurt

What you got under your shirt

Will make them pay for the things that they did

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

Ohhh yeah!

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

All together now!

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

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