The Tumblr Effect, Affected

Grunge is what we are [or so we say]
Fuck it all, fuck life [is our motto]
All we do is talk about sex and killing ourselves
Soaked in vodka
Nicotine staining our breath
With hoarse voices
And dilated eyes
Cocaine is what we're made of
We don't care [we don't want to care]
We're the rebels [or so we say]
Bad bitches, fuckboys
Society is our playground and hearts are our favourite toys
Yes that's us for you
We're the ones who crave pain
We're insane
Never want to be seen as the same as everyone else
We're ostentatious
Pretentious and broken
We thrive on anorexia, cause it's cool
We say we're bulimic, to justify our pain
We're the wannabe junkies
The cliches, but hey what's the difference in it either way
Becaus we're broken too, maybe not in the way we want to be, but we are
We're lost, we don't know who we are
Yet we judge others, for being basic
We slit our wrists and say fuck conformity
Yet, aren't we doing the same
We too are merely pawns in society's game
Hypocrites, that's what we are
We're too cool for school
We don't try, cause we don't care [but we do]
We're in a daze
Trapped in maze
Yep, that's us for you
The Tumblr Effect, Affected.