The Epitome Of Adolescence

Give me courage, give me inspiration, give me wit, give me a party where I’m the only thing that matters or shatters at the slightest hint of emotion. For I am nothing, see through, full of envy, completely bored. Let me play make believe for just the one day give me a microphone and let me play I’ll stand on the stage dressed as the host and watch everyone cry at the end of my toast. We’ll do everything from morning to night. When the sun rises we will fall and fall and fall like the flies. The epitome of adolescence.