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Teenage Troubles
I look down and see my plodding converse,
I take step after step untill i could burst,
Both headphones in as loud as i can,
Bit of kings of leon or eminem-stan,
Anything will do for me to listen too,
It lets me escape when im in this mood,
Cuz im jus an indie kid form the L dot C,
When i walk with my music blaring i feel free,
Gives me time away from my teenage troubles,
Makes me think back to blowing bubbles,
Running round with no care in the world,
I never thaught id end up a worry kinda girl,
It gives me a few minutes of something amazing,
Music plays a bit part, is the issue im raising,
As i listen to the collage of words,
They rearange in my head to compare to my world,
I listen vicariously through the words im hearing,
Some lyrikz too true i feel like tearing,
Running, hiding or even disappearing,
It conducts my mood more than anything im fearing.
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