Plunger
H.S.
All these old faces
smiling and laughing
But you never leave fourteen
You idle around
I am not here for you
I don't know what for
But it's not for you
You are the lies I've told
the lies I've heard
The days that make my head hang low
You speak of all that I despise
Demean all that I hold dear
Yet we look at each other and smile
I only want to get away.
From Letras Mania