Child be whatever you want to be
don't become a lost child like me.

find yourself a fresh new stream
a different sky to draw your dream

walk not the way I strode
set out on a new road

one that's still green
not stained with my sin

retrace not my history
be enslaved not in ancestry

bonded not of our war and greed
our stonewalls of caste and creed

walk not the way we trailed
we missed goals we failed

then lost our way in selfish needs
our hopes buried in overgrown weeds.

Child be whatever you want to be
don't become a lost child like me.

For the glitz
For the glamour
For the ritz
For the passion
For the sentimental value
For the compassion
For the money
For the money
For the money

As the light touches her skin,
A fire deep within,
Ablaze to set free, your desires.
And in the light of the moon she lies
Ethereal beauty,
The queen,
On *****, she breathes her fire.
Purifying the soul,
Her eyes burn,
Deep within your whole.
The night she claims her own
A magical spell to weaken you.
You, oh Icarus,
Fly too close to the sun.
And in her arms you lie,
Charmed and bewildered,
Wanting for more.

You **** me in different ways
But I'd still choose you
Because you break my heart like no one else does

If i could be anybody,
i would be your somebody

We use youth
As an excuse to be happy
We paint on our smiles
As a way to convince ourselves
That nothing is wrong
That nothing is broken

At thirteen we are angry
Because the world we have been promised
Is not real
We were told that becoming a teenager means
That everything would fall together
Until we end up falling apart

At sixteen we are blind
We fall in love for the first time
And expect them to love us back
We are angry
Because we learn that
Love is essentially synthetic
Plastic

At eighteen we are dead
That youthful boy or girl
Is no longer alive
Their inspired eyes close
Their smile becomes lost
So they paint on a new one

Blind, angry teenagers use youth
As an excuse to be happy
Once they understand that
That is what they were taught to do