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It thought that being a teen

Would be better than u ever seen.

But that was a lie

Just like that apple pie

That everyone get crabby from.

And they are blinded till some one comes.



Once I started high school

Life was one big pool

Of which the plug has been pulled

And everything became dark and cold



Girls with ugly stares

And other ones with perfect hair

Guys who think your fat

And Others who don’t give a crap.



Peer pressure is all I need

To be able to do any deed

Weather its dugs alcohol u name it

I am game with it .



Any thing to get in to the cool crowd

Anything to get away from being yelled at out loud.

Any thing to keep these tears from crying

But forget about keeping this mouth from lying



Who cares about  your old friends

Who cares about all the time u spend

Doing your hair

U got new friends who cares???



Oh no flash back!!!

Remembering the started

U the girl You’ve always hated

U need to get your priorities striated



Ur old friend  won’t even talk

Every time u come, they walk

Ur all Alone

In this huge hole

U need to get out