The kids aren't all right, honey
No, not even close
The kids want to die, honey
They're in a state of repose.
But who can blame them, honey?
Their revolution's started honey
Its something we can't stop
They pay for it in blood money
At a body's drop.
Their generation's dead, honey
Yes, I do believe so
They're not holding on for dear life, honey
They're all just letting go.
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PoetryMy heart hurts and your words are more painful and tiring than a meteorite crashing on earth.
