And just like that, I'm 17 again
And see no way out without bloodshed,
See no escape from this miserable hell
In which everyone's perfect but I'm a piece of shit.
My attitude's abhorrent, I know,
How could I possibly need some alone time
Where you're not barging in
Where you're not shouting at me
For not bowing down the way you want me to.
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