Grenadina

"Desire crawling up my throat 
As the Devil himself passes me a smoke 
I can't take this noise, what have I become 
Just a pile of bones in a broken home 
The shakes start to pass, get replaced by the fear 
As a pretty girl shatters the face in the mirror 
The glamour of angst is a sickening truth 
But these kids all crave the attention of youth 

 

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