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Your innocence defends constant attacks,

And there is a limit to your endurance.

Your protective shell is filled with cracks,

And against the end there is no insurance.



They try to restrain you,

And keep you under control.

But nothing can contain you,

Or the rage in your soul.



You join a new crowd,

And find out new things.

You’re floating on a cloud,

And living like kings.



You could care less what people thought,

You feel that now you can fly.

You know you’ll never be caught,

And there’s nothing wrong with getting high.



Life’s as sweet as honey,

And everything is clear.

Until you run out of money,

And your friends disappear.



They said they’d always be with you,

That you’d always be together.

Now you don’t know what to do,

Since the sudden change in weather.



Now you find yourself alone,

With none by your side.

You let out a small moan,

As you realize that they lied.



You find yourself so confused,

You know now, you’ve been used.