Benjamin Krouskop

(Aug 29,1988 / Bellefountaine)

The Ballad of Johny Nothing (Scene Kids Have Feelings To)


As he walked through the door she was standing there
With her tight leather jeans and her long black hair
So he went to the mall and bought some new clothes
Then he tore up his jeans and he started to smoke
So what do you do when you've lost all you friends
And you musics too loud, based on nothing but trends
Have you kissed that new girl yet, is the sex all you hoped for
It's just like your new piercing as the blood starts to pore
Did you get her attention, did her eyes make the move
Or did she see the boy that you made with your black leather clothes and those brand new tattoos.

Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2007
Edited: Friday, February 04, 2011

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