What the fuck is their problem?
They try to push you to the edge.
It's almost like they want you to do it,
To commit suicide and jump from the ledge.
They don't understand you when you say, "Get the HELL out of my face!",
Don't they get it, we need our fucking time and space.
We don't just live our lives to obey and follow by the rules,
Jesus Christ, we hear enough of that shit when we're at school.
We don't stay young forever, although we all wish that was true,
We need to enjoy it while we can, instead of always acting upon your cue.
Just let me enjoy my life, stop causing so much strife and stress,
I sense it now, my mind is crumbling into an overbearing mess.
I can't handle it much longer, I'm surprised I made it this far,
Long ago I made a wish upon a shooting star.
I wished my life was perfect, my family as well,
I know this is impossible, but I guess only time will tell.
Hopefully I'll get a sign, before its all too late,
Before I call upon God to open up his gates.
Open up and let me in to my long awaited peace,
To solve all my problems, and iron out the crease.
Maybe there is only one thing which could straighten out my life,
End all my pain and suffering, demolish all the strife.
It's a method chosen by many suffering teens these days,
Causing their breaths to stop short, and their minds to become gray.
Yet they are at peace...
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