Bangs - 11 years
Remember when you cut yourself bangs
And all your life had turned to hell
When he passed away all that while ago
It doesn’t get better. I hope you know.
Your tears could fill up a pool with how much we’ve cried
And you dated that guy that made you cut the bangs
He glued them on saying it was OK
Now he took the old man’s sweatshirt the one you gave
Don’t trust people they don’t like us
People love to hurt us please don’t rush
You got to the top of the hill
But then they threw you down
The next two years of life are going to be hell
And by the time you are here
You don’t have any more fears
But we still cry, many tears
But we still have bangs, but they are even
Sooner or later we better stop believing
Copyright © Sophia Konopka | Year Posted 2026
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