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Grow Up

I cherish these moments of youth
Unlike some, I distance further from them
We�ll be alone one day
In the dark..
A box full of decay

What use is it, to live life in confinement?
I feel as though I was bruised at birth
Surviving under house rules and commandments
Come to think of it, I still see purple and blue

They�re fucked, smoking their lungs away
And abusing liquor to drown their guts and brains
The pain didn�t fade
Can�t seem to eradicate an innocent aftertaste

I stumble upon the people who need me
Trouble never bothers me
And I don�t answer any knocking
The ones who care will always stay
Maybe that�s why I�m happier
In all my bruised up glory

I�ll be far from those games
Childish antics
Pathetic attempts at erasing sheltered upbringings
You�ve tried everything a desperate addict could
But acceptance is the hardest pill to swallow

These realities don�t go down smooth
That�s what growing up does to you.