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False hope shot into the horizon

I thought it was gone but I never really left it

Played some games that I never should have won

Making out, Partying....I wish I could have some fun



Living letters, living phone calls, living useless facts that never meant anythign at all

Living typed words, living music, living and still hating and I'll probalby never get love back



To all the haters

To all the fakers

To everyone who thought they won but then fell down in the end

To all the losers

To all the boosers

To the all of you who thought you once knew and had everything you needed to hold onto



A hopeless anthem

Of another teenage son

Sone of man, son of the ages, I'm turning pages to the letters I wrote to you

Open a new book, write another chapter

What is the point of living if the living isn't giving and everynight I sleep here all alone?