Puberty And Dreams

Wow. This is rad, is it black?
It was a dream.
I felt strong and I was something.
Still I feel like nothing.
Nothing compared to what you think you are.
That's why I'm happy.

I wear a black jacket
I hail misanthropy and anything that's bad
Destroying your life (since 1996), destroying me.
Who do you pretend to be?
Slide the blade along
Make you proud and impressed

Oops I smiled today
I got to punish myself
I'm not supposed to althought I wanted to
Giving up on everybody
Is the hardest way to go?
Apparently Joyless - maybe hopeless

Along the veins!

Today my leatherjacket is outgrown
And I can see Hendrix, Reed and pop.
Old man's music, but they where right.