We’re
the fucked up generation
The
ones with more flaws than smiles
We’re
destroying our own bodies
On a
road that goes on for miles
There’s
voices in our heads
Telling
us to stop, give in, give up
But
we don’t listen subconsciously
Instead
we drink and get banged up
Self-harm
scars and anti-depressants
Have
become so normal nowadays
And
you remember when choosing your ice-cream flavour
Was
the most difficult decision of the day
Having
sex at thirteen
And
smoking twenty or more
Has
become so normal
Or
else you are a bore
Eating
disorders take over
As
girls gaze at twigs on the cat-walk
Wishing
they looked as thin as that
Not
realising their mind is warped
Technology
is our new best friend
You
can hide behind the keys
Tapping
vicious words, press enter
As
someone breaks down on their knees
Drugs
are accessible
If
you know the right gang
Getting
high, lighting joints
To
prove to them you’re a man
Education
doesn’t matter
When
you get married at seventeen
Have
three children by the age of twenty two
Without
achieving all your dreams
Alcohol
fuels your brain
With
an escape from this place
But
you don’t understand
It’s
not a competition or a race
You
can be yourself
It’s
not an offence or a crime
Enjoy
your childhood while it’s there
You’ll
soon run out of time
The
people like us
The
fucked up girls and boys
Like
to make a mess
And
lots and lots of noise
We’ll
carry on living
Making
mistakes as we go
But
in the end we need to learn
That
the self-hate has to go
Because
how can someone love you
When
you don’t love yourself
It’s
like reading a book
That’s
gathered dust on the shelf
You
stare in the mirror
With
tears falling down your face
You’re
not perfect and never will be
But
you’re part of the human race.
(Inspired by Kelly Clarkson's song People Like Us)
