A teenage breathe is the mournful intimidation of our surroundings; turning and collapsing 
I've violently wondered the cold shock of attention 
And the brisk hard slap of disappointment 
 Both are not A teenage breathe is the mournful intimidation of our surroundings; turning and collapsing 
I've violently wondered the cold shock of attention 
And the brisk hard slap of disappointment 
 Both are not strangers in my mind or soul 
The jungle of our decisions attack at all hours
Disappointment never sleeps
 he lurks in the darkest alley in the grimmest city in the grimmest city  
You never see him till he hits you, 
Hard and quickly striking you when you least expect.
His punches then come in brutalizing swiftness hurting every fiber of your being
Leaving no mark
Just the scars on your heart
 
Attention grabs at your mind 
Pulling and tugging 
Seizing your ideas and creating his own. 
You must refuse 
Attention goes for your throat
Trying to breathe, to think, you find your self slipping into a dark delusion