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Date Posted: 17:33:35 11/11/02 Mon
Author: The Serpent
Subject: Social Damage

Social Damage

Sixteen, I'm stuck in my brain
I wish that I was dead
I got blood and bruises around my head
And dark lines under my eyes
Scared of goin' to bed

Pressure's on to get good grades
So I can be like them
I'll just watch t.v. all the time
That's fine
The outside world won't except my kind

Those people, they're not friends, at all
They tease and suck me dry
Yell at me when I fuck up
And party while I cry

My front seems so big
I feel so fucking small
Wanna die, and you don't care
Just stride on down the hall

Suicide..
Homicide
Read the paper, wonder why
Turn the lights out, then you cry
Who's fault?
What made me die?

Talk to me
No, don't touch me
I hate the world
I just don't give a fuck
So frozen I can't love

The wonderful world of home life
They kick me in the eye
They want answers to my "problems"
Team up against me
Just to solve em'
I want outta this life

Hold my head
Make me warm
Tell me I am loved

Give me hope
Let me cry
Make me feel
No, don't touch me!!

The window's broken -- bleeding screaming
Lying in the hall
I'm gone...

No one remembers me
There's just that picture on the wall

"He was such a bright boy
The future was in his hands;"

-Or a spineless human pinball
Shot around by your demands

Suicide..
Homicide
Goin' to sleep, and when I die
You'll look up and realize
Then look down and wipe your eyes
Then go back to your stupid lives

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