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American Teen
With words alone they knock me off my feet At class they push me around and call me freak Should I do the same, sell drugs on the street, Stoop to these filthy rats when I'm at my peak? You were their beautiful make belief doll Put on a smile now, but tired of these close calls Every night you break down in the bathroom stall Finding out this isn't what you wanted at all Is it normal to feel worthless, a girl With stubborn dreams? I'm sorry for all the questions But it's all new to me Maybe I should do the same Act like it's all just a game Do what I want like a true American teen Come home late from the party all battered and green Lose myself to white powder Watch as my insides grow sour Ought'a screw it like a true American teen Isn't that what everyone expects me to be? Smoking stinky clouds to fill up the room After persistently warning me not to Now you drink to impress those at school Two months ago you were happy being you Passing me the pipe saying don't worry As you hand me the poison so casually I ask should I be trembling restlessly, And just let the acidic demons run free? Is it normal to feel like I'm choking, Like I can't breathe? I'm sorry for all the questions But it's all new to me Maybe I should do the same Act like it's all just a game Do what I want like a true American teen Come home late from the party all battered and green Lose myself to white powder Watch as my insides grow sour Ought'a screw it like a true American teen Isn't that what everyone expects me to be? Upchuck a river of green stomach waste Slip 'n' slide until the floors thoroughly laced Crushing all our high standards in disgrace Getting a glimpse of our futures face to face Knock me down cause I'm quiet and shy Through every beating, I ask why me, why? Cause I believe that tomorrow is nigh Making me think I'm nobody pushed aside It's tough when my own friends turn against me Cause in this hazy room I refuse to breathe Ten people tug at my shirt, should I leave? I'm tempted to cave, tonight I feel so weak It's funny how out of nowhere friends change Telling me I should get with it and act my age Live it up now then rot in a tight cage Yeah, it's funny how out of nowhere friends change Maybe I should do the same Act like it's all just a game Do what I want like a true American teen Come home late from the party all battered and green Lose myself to white powder Watch as my insides grow sour Ought'a screw it like a true American teen Isn't that what everyone expects me to be? Someday you'll awake and see the blue sky A foolish old man barely even alive Too high to remember all those black eyes All those glorious years you just waved goodbye NOTE: I often wonder what it might have been like to grow up in a normal high school, doing normal high school things. There's a part of me that wanted to experience it all... and another part of me is thankful I didn't have to.
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