The curse of growing up.
It’s not the fact that you see,
the world for what it truly is…
Corrupted.
It’s not the pain of being in love,
and not being able to be with him or her.
Not the pain of getting your heart broken.
School is paradise to this.
the exams are honey to the lips.
Tests sweet sound to the ears,
and that F is glorious to the eyes.
Being pure pressured to drugs and alcohol
doesn’t even come close.
A bit of MJ, a bit of VJ,
and top i off with my best friend Jack Daniels.
Those are child’s play compared to that fucking red dot.
Fuck this shit. It gets in your nose, chin, forehead. It’s the size of mars
That fucking red ugly ass pimple,
That leaves it’s scar.