Bored of the lies from parents who judge,
Low on self-esteem and down on my luck,
Deserving respect but they hold a grudge,
Never sure of money- the “devils crook”,
Becoming mature is a childish game,
Neighbours appear the only friends that hate,
When fervour fades the mind feels only pain,
And glory always comes in life too late,
As one hand gives another one must take,
Bad decisions we hold are second best,
They stop us from achieving our big break,
And true love is the key to life’s success,
But it’s so hard to know why my fire burns?
My illness is the debt that troubles earn,

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