Ringing tones rising through rhythms, taking everything
into fever pitches, relating the intensity that young
teenagers are now beginning to feel.
Rushing beats taking them further into their minds and
beings, seeing things differently now, thinking they
are in love.
Not knowing that what in reality it is belongs in the
palms of a false love called infatuation, a place and
feeling where many teens fall into it's trap.
Having the experience of wanting to fulfill their inner
desires of lust through this infatuation of false and
hurtful love, ending up with broken and torn hearts.
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