Eyes that are swimming,
heart made of stone,
youth in revolt,
bad to the bone.

Summer nights,
the smell of thick smoke,
breathing slowly,
trying not to choke.

Faking a smile,
flirting with a wink,
scrubbing dried blood
off the bathroom sink.

There's always a price to pay,
for having this much fun,
lying and crying,
blocking out everyone.

Reeking of terror
and bursting with dreams,
sometimes young love
isn't as innocent as it seems.

Deep in depression,
searching for a fix,
cuts and bluish bruises,
begging for his kicks.

Playing with lighters,
laughing at you,
dancing with demons,
not a thing you can do.

Free for all,
all for one,
There's always a price
to pay for fun.

Puking in you toilet,
ripping out my hair,
Love is a traitor,
and he doesn't care.

This is the lowest
that I've ever been,
lost all my morals,
in need of a friend.

Mind's a wreck,
my lungs out of time,
everyday is a struggle,
a reward less climb.

Don't die now darling,
you story's just begun.
This is the price you must pay,
for having all that fun