it's just a fear
fear factor
the element of getting caught
doing something you should not
maybe they'll see the red
the red in your eyes
or maybe the cuts
covering your thighs
tell them lies
try to play cool
no one knows that secretly
you'll do it again after school
no one knows because no one wants to know
they're weak stomached
fragile bones
mental callus
white trash palace
always the king
family's prize
looked up to through others eyes
rich surrounded around poor
looking around
trying to score
you don't need money to be rich
you need friends
and a bag of weed
that's it
concaving in
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