Before you get started,
I wanna cut to the heart of it.
Do they know about the heavy hands,
Or the plans you had for me?
Or when it all started,
How you were reaching for the stars again?
And only pulling down the empty things
That were sitting in between?
I'm coming clean.

See I've been knowing the devil got faith in me.
He gonna give me the chair and I'll never leave.
And even a hundred wooden crosses wouldn't set me free.
So I'm shaking hands and I'm taking vows.
Then I'm taking it out on this little town.
And even a hundred wooden crosses wouldn't stop it,
Couldn't stop it now.

The story is surrounded.
Now you can write a book about it.
Yeah, you can blow the whole world's mind,
One teenage line at a time.
So before you get started,
Speaking from the heart again.
There's gonna be a little reckoning,
And soon everyone will see.
I'm coming clean.

'Cause I've been knowing the devil got faith in me.
He gonna give me the chair and I'll never leave.
And even a hundred wooden crosses wouldn't set me free.
So I'm shaking hands and I'm taking vows.
Then I'm taking it out on this little town.
And even a hundred wooden crosses wouldn't stop it,
Couldn't stop it now.

- Teenage Lines by Alltheprettythings

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This is something new for me. A song caused an extremely emotional and unexpected jolt in me, and I opened CSP and let it all just flow out. It brought out some very painful memories, but it felt extremely cathartic to get them out like this.

I suppose in a way, this is an overdue memorial for a long gone dear friend, and a release for me of a lot of second hand anger I didn't realize was still inside me. I doubt this will make sense to anyone but me, but it making sense to me is all that matters, but I felt the urge to share it anyway.