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The Chair at the End of the Table

 
   
 

Mascara eyes bleed the tears of a teenager
Another broken heart floats off in the distance
I wear the crown of the overlooked
Stolen purity drips like sweat
Smoke blinds the crying mascara eyes
Let the glands rule your life
Watch movies to find out what you wanna be
See two happy people in front of you everyday
Lie to them and say that you're happy too
Hate them when their backs are turned
 
Sit and watch the world as it passes by
Watch the masses live the lives you won't
Put everyone in your fantasies and let them be happy
Sit in the corner and be afraid of being the fifth wheel
Lipstick rings on necks and shoulders
Empty minds wear the marks with pride
Sweaty palms wiped on tight blue jeans
Sweaty hands locked in one another
Money goes down the drain
There are no gurantees
 
Create a false sense of urgancy
The only way is to get attention
Jumping like morons, the long hair flows
Unshaven faces stare in confusion
Tounges drip from ear to ear
Tee shirts scream false self expression
Speakers play songs of futures longed for
The girls split so there's no understanding
The guys hate everything that is not them
And I'm stuck in the middle

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