This Boy Punk
You're always playing around in dirty basementsWith a smoke in your mouth and blanks in your eyes
The darker you are the louder you yell
Who are you anyways
I always wonder about your covers
Or the drugs that you're on
If they're really your best friends
Or of you just hold out on being sincere
Because the world would see right through you
posted by Unknown @ 3:15 PM
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