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A/N: So, this is inspired by Icon For Hire's 'Theatre', the lyrics remind me very much of myself as a child. This is actually incredibly personal, and I'm kind of nervous about uploading it, so it'd be cool if you could rate and review. Thanks!

Art Is My Weapon

Bright-eyed and bubbly,
Weren't we cute as kids?
Our horizons were star-studded,
We had the galaxies embedded in our eyes.
We dreamt of the world and what it could hold,
Our innocence wasn't tainted by blood and fear.

Flashbacks of the past,
Memories of happier times linger in my torn-up mind.
Our lives are Broadway musicals,
From riches to ragged pages scribbled in cheap notebooks.
Spilling my guts doesn't work anymore,
No one listens to a corpse.

Fast-forward ten years,
We're shells of our former selves,
We're clinging onto our innocence but these claws can't hold on forever.
We're hungry for something more,
We're aching for something of essence.
I'm so sick of stuffing myself with bullshit,
I'm sick of pretending I'm okay.
I just wanna say..
FUCK THIS ALL!

Flashbacks of the past,
Memories of happier times linger in my torn-up mind.
Our lives are Broadway musicals,
From riches to ragged pages scribbled in cheap notebooks.
Spilling my guts doesn't work anymore,
No one listens to a corpse.

No one...
No one listens to a corpse.
Honey, you can sleep in your coffin, think things are safe and sound.
There's a gunfight going in overhead,
I think I just saw a man drop dead!
And I just wanna say..

FUCK THIS ALL!