teenagers [Theme] Page 19

But once said, "Mammy, I swear
As will knock twenty-five, you want to marry,
And stop climbing for doubtful shack,
Yes, it's his age, you know, I kid not stupid."
Where does the languor? Again, two days not at home.
You climb in things, looking for phone friends.
"Yes no I am not a wayward son" - so we felt
And in the morning, clothes on the floor filled with smoke.
Her earrings on the chair, Olina shoes in the hallway.
And how to explain that all of them are good?
Easier to escape, to relax, not to listen,
Not to see tears, to get lost in other people's hearts.
We need to communicate more, not just on the notes.
But time does not bear fruit, but left the stumps.
"I'm so sorry, will calm down without losing face,
Just, please, don't say I went to the father."
Doors open wide, the silence in the apartment
What the hell is a light bulb in the stairwell broke?
On the kitchen floor it, and on the table chilled dinner
And the second apartment key is no longer needed...

When you're ten, you grow up dreaming of,
When you're fifteen you the bride,
Increasingly from next door,
But mom and dad will once again be "ancestors"
Take to the country, will separate for the summer.
Windy to school, partying, drinking - twenty,
Twelve, and mom wants to wait
Son, because she one he
And unfortunately, not available phone.
Husband is already there, or worse,
Closing his eyes, waiting for her son in the kitchen
Dinner got cold. Pull the curtain
You know, I really don't like your bride.

Teenagers everything seems so the same, so they try to rebel in their available forms.

Schoolgirls in recent times is growing rapidly, and the mind does not add up.

- Why don't you catch real criminals?
Because you easier to catch.

- Why are you all wet and dirty?
- I'm a teenager, it's normal.

They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
They will open your eyes to the lies
Which impregnated all the books
To make you a citizen.
They sleep with a gun
And watch over you, son
To observe everything that you do.

Teenagers, they are: head wind, tears for nothing...

- What are you doing? - carefully looking at me, asked Embry.
- So, fix motorcycle... - vaguely replied the black, but the word "motorcycles! produced a truly magical effect. The guys began to examine my junk, literally throwing Jacob valuable tips. Half of the words I heard for the first time; probably, you need to have At-chromosomal to understand their experiences.

Only a teenager would agree to fix the ancient, nowhere purchased the motorcycle a secret from the parents for money from the College.

A teenager in town with legal drugs, and a rave. It is unlikely he is in the library.

That night we indulged in reckless sex as teenagers. In the sense that he didn't know what to do, and I said nothing.

... and these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through...
... and these children that you spit, when they try to change their world, are immune under the pressure of your advice. They know what happens to them.
(Spat upon you and your children
For the audacity of its search for other worlds
Not fear of your abusive words
And your punishment,
In their agony the way forward charted the highest order.)