Here I Am, Seventeen

Here I am: Seventeen.
My folks they act like God had up and died.
Buying me everything, and now I'm doomed to want
all of these toys.
Adderral: it makes the days all seem quite flat
and basically the same.
The doctors trained and billed my folks quite well
here in hell;
the loveless blur, the bodies crowd,
and I can't seem
to will myself to
flyyyyyyy.

Told a lie yesterday.
They say the meds can keep the guilt away.
I'd like to kill EVERYTHING!
Perhaps an end would stop my frigging mind
from wondering who I'd have become if I had just been allowed
to become me,
SATS, Abercrombie, getting laid, the loveless blur,
the bodies crowd, and I can't seem to
flyyyyy.

Feeling wired! Late night thing!
The guys they watched me screw that girl real good!
Bought a gun Saturday,
go to the gym,
I fear I'm losing tone!
Blow away
all the bodies crowding me, and making demands.
Silence stops the loveless blur,
the bodies fall...
but I can't seem to
flyyyyyyy.