Always the good guy never the hero,
always the bad guy but never the villain.
What are we you wonder,
we are simply teenagers.
Too childish to be adults,
yet too old to still be children.
We’re still misunderstood,
so noone ever notices even if we cry under our hoods.
We try our best but we’re never good enough,
isn’t it hard always acting tough?
We can’t give excuses,
because it’s just LIES!
We try not to disappoint our elders,
but no matter how hard it is we’re still disappointments.
I hope to live a healthy life,
but I kept thinking about suicide.
Nothing makes sense and it’s hard to understand, but still you tell us to suck it up.
How do you think that’ll help?
You think it’ll make up for your absence sometimes?
I get that you’re working, but why have me if you keep saying I’m just a waste of your time.
