I want to be a teenage rebel.
I'm watching thirteen on my own, in a state of emotional unstableness and i don't want to live my life like it is anymore. i'm sick of uni. i'm sick of people. i want to cut and take lots of drugs and feel something exciting again.

i guess one out of two isn't bad for an evening.


They've clipped my wings again
Tore them apart and then left me
No use to fly away to my yesterday of freedom
My eyes died back that day
Seeing the hurt I may have done
Beat my instead of them
Pain is my only zen
Of fun

I'll go where secrets are sold
Where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by

So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song
Blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong
There is no right to heal the wrong
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die
I can't throw up don't think i even want to try

You still can't make me cry
You've pinned this butterfly down
My fire's burning out
Kill my flame without a frown
And starving hurts the soul
When you're hungry fors ome love
So if I close my eyes
I can really fly
Above

I'll go where secrets are sold
Where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by

So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song
Blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong
There is no right to heal the wrong
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die
I can't throw up don't think I even want to try....