As I walk through the hallways
of life's last meaning.
I stare at the pale faces
painted up in pancake powder and black wonderwall.
Quickly do I then glance at gold platinum plated disasters
of sagging denims worst nightmares.
The blonde ambition of sugary goodness
wrapped in a promiscous kiss.
And yet I still keep trudging along
to see if there is more than just superficial
anti-corporate looks of America's youth.
They say never judge a book by its cover;
However, why would there be paperback copies
If everything could just be hard?
So don't tell me what I see
is just another teenage soul lost in society
"We are not a classic text book study
of teenage angst"
Yet it seems like all that protest
is coming from the mouths of fools.
So with all that bullshit, cliche lies
I slit my wrist and take my life
I rather die than become another lost cause
on the blood stained carpet of today's youth.
Seems like MTV just ruin another life.
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