Why do I continue
Allowing them to use me
Why do I smile
Through this wretched agony

They sit back and watch
As I do what they need
They sit back and laugh
As I break down and bleed

But I still insist
On helping the needy
But still I'm blind
To those who are greedy

I live off my kindness
And yet I'm breaking
To them I just a target
An advantage for the taking

The only home from the pain
Is when my ink hits the paper
Without this relief I'd go insane
Sometimes I wish I was just a vapor

Even though my heart has been covered in dirt,
My spirit is full of sky.

We were kids trapped in ultra suburbia
A dying town disguised by perfectly lined houses
Filled with children, fake smiles, and cancerous spouses
To escape it all we rode our bikes like a teenage armada

Not knowing where our wheels took us, they took us away
We found adventures in silly things like abandoned houses and railways
All of us held hands while we sat around the fire
Coughing out our hearts quietly so we didn't wake the earth

I remember the time my parents yelled at me
For being a little too girly
Or when her mother burned her with cigarettes
For doing something she'll never regret
But in all this pain we became better people
Let's not forget the times we got in trouble for being us