F Your Scene

You Say Your Not Good Enough.
You Always Try To Look Tough.
Not Yet Brutal Enough.

You Fix Your Mouth And Drown In Eyeliner.
I Took A Look Careful Not To Stare.
You Mouth "F You" And Pretend To Not Care.

You Stick Up Your Hair In All Directions.
Hoping It Will Help Gain Affection.
You Add Some Colors And Throw A Studded Belt On.
Hoping Later It Will Hide The Welps.

You Dont Care Who Looks.
And Is Jealous In Each Way.
I Just Know Your Praying For Death Everyday.

Your Hopeless And Worthless.
Your Family Couldnt See You.
Nor Could People See The Strain.

Your Heart Is Failing And Your Falling Apart.
Maybe You Just Wish.
You Could Go Back To The Start.