.Growing up too fast, And standing all alone under the sky
Wondering where each road will take me
And if I'm mad at the world.
Tonight it's pooring,
And the streetlights fire
A hail of bullets
At passersby.
This bench I sit on
Is wearing it's paint on my pants..
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