There is so many things we did
That we shouldn't have done
And there is so many pills that we took
We shouldn't have taken them
But forget about it, erase your memory,
Because I know it, and I'm feeling it in my blood
We're getting better now.
Scars on my arms, and bruises on my legs
Tell their own story of life and pain
But you should let them fade,
Keep on walking,
Because the wind is in your hair,
And you know that
We're getting better now.
Our mouths filled with Prozac
But it doesn't help, it doesn't set us free
I'll never be something you want to see
So fuck off, you're erased from my list
If you don't want us the way we are
Go away, you can't have it
'Cause we're getting better now.
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Submission Name: Better
