Good Morning
Good morning, good morrow,
Indulge us in sorrow,
For it is a teenager's treat
Lets shout The Teen's Creed:
They don't understand me!
Our angst is only too sweet
School's finer to skip
While suicide is still hip
And it's freer than freedom's inventions
I hate him! I hate her!
But I hate myself all the more!
And to hell with your good intentions!
I don't intend
To even pretend
That I've never felt the way they all do.
But I prefer to live
I have much more to give
For this girl chose to stay true
So when you eye my pierced nose
To my black fishnet hose
Don't dare think me a prat hooked on weed
Know that I'm an artist like no other,
Know that I love my mother
And know that this girl chose to succeed.