Got to get out of this place Need to get these people out of my face Stop talking about me All these rumors spread like disease Im just going to turn out to be Another disfunctional seed Ill be that girl on tv The one who needed to be set free Ill become one of the satistics Another Suicidal teen Because its all about a small town All the kids need to be set free The town is like a death march Into the deep blue sea No wants to be here And the only way to leave is to flush yourself away Suicide in a small town Trying to be free From the chains that surround you From the path that this town leads Trying to be differnt But youll never be Youll just be another Death on the wall of shame Youll just be another Suicidal teen This town isnt what it seems Its just a nightmare packaged as the american dream When they hide all the bodys of the teens Its one big conpiracy No privacy Suicidal Teens With there suicidal dreams Hiding the small town diseaseBirth sign: Aquarius
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