Forgotten Youth

Trapped in here I want to scream,

Is nothing really what it seems?

The good die young and the good die old,

Memories grow faint and cold.

Tell me, what to say, to feel

Teach me how to hurt and steal

A web of lies, a wall of hurt

Throw my happiness in the dirt

Why is everyone in this place,

Afraid to look me in the face?

Nothing ever makes much sense,

Guilty minds, so scared and tense

Anyone want to tell the truth,

To this poor forgotten youth?





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