One Last Song

“Whoa is me,” they moan during a trip to the corner store.
“My life is just too hard and I can’t handle any more.
So pass me another cigarette and sing me one last song
Cause I’m gonna get gone before something else goes wrong.”

They wear grungy black sweatshirt with worn designer jeans,
And spend their time discussing why it suck to be a teen.
They don’t like to be alive but don’t really want to die,
They want to change the world but are too afraid to try.
“What’s the point of living when nobody understand?”
They way they see each situation their blood is on my hands.

“Pity me,” they moan and miss my rolling eyes.
”My life is just too hard and everybody dies,
So pass me another cigarette and sing me one last song
Cause I’m gonna get gone before something else goes wrong.”

They want to be so special but in the end conform,
When did being a druggie become the fucking norm?
I don’t mean to be so different but I’m happy as I am,
I refuse to let my life become another worthless sham!
So you can keep you cigarettes and sing your little songs,
Cause I’m going to get gone before you do something wrong.

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I started this a while ago but found it and decided to finish it. I think it's okay, but it would sound better with music than just reading it. What do you guys think?
Much Love,
Earthbound Angel