Laughter of the Gothic wannabes
Wearing smiles of fake trust
And bearing words of no interest
Catch the attention of drunk lil' brats
Who are dressed in tuxedos for the party night
Lightening the mood with tequila shots
These teenagers walk into the crowd
Recognized by those who lost themselves
And appreciated for the shoes they didn't wear
Surrounded by these phony teens
One of them just took it in
Sick of parties with all pretense
Makes her way out to the streetlight, hence
Sitting on the footpath, dressed like a slut
She curses and cries and kicks her shoes off
Flashbacks of when she enjoyed this stuff
Hit her then with hot black tears
Spoiling her made up, painted face
Drops of innocence rolled down her cheek
The shadow of hers was crumpled in pain
And her eyes red, as she looked down the lane
Never did she want this to happen
Never did she want to be so artificial!
But alas! It had happened
And it happened so quick
That escaping it, was impossible
All she did then, was cry like a child
And all her hope and cheer she saw
Thrust into a garbage can...
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