Abby Normal - Dead At 17

Dead at 17- Dead at 17


Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream


When your 17





Everyday is a holiday, All the way is the only way


TNT and a side of fries, Insanity can't be sanitized


There's other things that I'd rather do


Fuel to burn and I'm coming through


I let the fumes go to my head


Either way I think I'm dead at 17





Dead at 17- Dead at 17


Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream


When your 17 Dead at 17- Dead at 17


Lost in between and no it aint a dream when you r 17





I'm at war with humanity, Live in this world of stupidity


I'm so annoyed with everything, I growing into a big nothing


I don't care about the state in, A snot-nose punk who just can't win


An angry misfit that's seeing red, But either way I think I'm dead at 17





I feel like shit, I need something to smash, I need something to hit


I feel like shit, and the voices in my head say there something to it