This is a cry for attention An interpretation, A suspension Society is calling, They want their views back While teenage lives are falling. I can look around all I desire I can assess, ask what would posses, The damper on their fire. The world is a brutal place, Shouting words, lies, small things Throwing them at my face. The exposition we’ve embarked on, The endeavors we’ve been a part of They’re coming to an end, while it was fun… I wish things would go back Back to the way they were Small things and wishes Simple wants and swimming fishes Our days were easy Not so much so now. The views of people around us, The looks on their glum faces Make me wonder what we did wrong We get such a bad name Troublemakers, bad reps and drugs I’ve done nothing wrong, Can’t you see? She doesn’t deserve your bad treatment All of us don’t But you don’t listen Do you? Open your eyes We aren’t what we seem At least not me. Don’t ship me away, where you don’t want me seen.