i am the other end of the rainbow. the only connection between me and your pot of gold future is a striped, candy coated lie. a ray of light that will dissappear after you've blinked the tears from your pathetic little bambi eyes.
wake up, kid. you're not allowed to be naive anymore.
take off the rose coloured glasses and get a real prescription. trade in the backpack for a briefcase and get to fucking work.
i am a traincrash in slow motion. i mean, no one knows that it's coming, but someday, you're going to get floored. derailed.
all because the truth hurts worse than anything.
slash a dollar sig(h)n into your wrist and pray for the child that dreamt of a stethoscope and vicodin dreams. or maybe the scales of justice and a burning courthouse heart.
"mom, mom, mom, mom, mommy, i couldn't get past the fetal pig in biology class. now i'm the cadaver."
help me out, i've got a case of the mid-teen crisis and i think it's terminal.
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