Bloody knuckles
Broken walls,
Dirty secrets on bathroom stalls.
Hidden feelings
People preach
Happiness is out of arms reach.
Pens to notes,
Knives to throats.
The people here,
All disappear.
We are all born to die,
Used my life as an alibi.
Bow my head to pray once more,
Fall to my knees, fall to the floor.
Where was God when I needed him most?
So long World let's raise a toast.
Fairwell bloody knuckles and broken walls.
Goodbye dirty secrets on bathroom stalls.
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Inside the Mind of a Manic Teenager
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