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[20 Jan 2004|03:36pm] |
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Placebo - Teenage Angst |
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Just fuck up all the things like they always do. Yes I am and yes I am one fuckin angsty teenager, because, you see, it’s even called so: teen-age. Teenagers aren’t humans; strange teenagers aren’t even from this planet.
And I don’t feel good and just want to kick the nearest object. And I hurt the ones I shouldn’t and I don’t really know what I want. So what. Is anybody going to blame me for that? Yes, I am so fuckin evil and full of wrath.
No one even knows and no one even cares but that has been like that since beginning so why would it change now? No one needs to know. Tell me what is right and tell me what is truth, ‘cos it seems that I don’t know. I just want to rest and be left alone ‘cos if they talk, they talk bullshit all the same. Why can’t they shut up and piss off.
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage. (Smashing Pumpkins/Bullet With Butterfly Wings)
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