Teenage Dirtbag Lyrics Novels & Stories

Logan - 2012 I hit the pavement hard, the sting of asphalt scraping my palms barely registering over the sound of their laughter. My backpack lay a few feet away, its contents spilling out like my dignity. “Pathetic,” Jared sneered, his gang standing behind him like they were the kings of the schoolyard. I didn’t respond. What was the point? Anything I said would just give them more fuel. I got up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and grabbed my bag. My eye throbbed; my pride was even worse off.

I was planning to ride out those last days in peace, detached and unbothered, but no—Betty just had to bring the drama. She shattered my dad's urn. The ashes spilled everywhere, but it wasn't enough for her. Nope. Her cat strutted in, did its business right on the remains, and Betty? She had the audacity to grin. "Daphne, look! The ashes make great litter for my cat!" And just like that, all the grief, the rage, everything I'd been holding back exploded. I just grabbed the baseball bat behind the door and swung. The crack of impact was satisfying, but Betty's scream? Even better. She stumbled back, pale as a ghost, scrambling to get away.

Freed from my captors, I leaned weakly in Mom's arms. The bodyguards grabbed Anna, Zachary, Sean, and Isaac before forcing them to their knees. Standing in front of the four of them, Dad roared, "Who's the one who injured my daughter's legs?" All of them remained silent, too frightened to speak. I pointed at Sean. He stuck his foot out to trip me! Dad signaled the bodyguards with a nod, and they immediately used the glass shards to injure the four of them as well. Mom helped me to my feet. I brought out the spare divorce agreement I kept in my bag and approached Zachary. Holding the pen out to him, I said, "Sign it!"

Once I'm outside I let all my anger out, screaming in the gym while hitting a punching bag imagining it's Damien and my mother. "Hey man," Leo says. "Hey" I reply and keep throwing punches. "She's okay?" he asks. "As okay as you except a sixteen years old be after being raped and thrown to a basement starving till death," I say through gritted teeth still punching the bag. "She'll get better. She got the whole family now" he says offering me a slight smile. Every one of us went through something, from being abused at home to being homeless, going to bad foster houses, even going to juvie.

Disposable cups and empty bottles crunched under my knees. I grappled with a garbage bag that was so overstuffed the plastic ripped. When I lifted it, the putrid contents exploded over the floor, coating my hands and the nearby counter. I groaned, planting my hands on my hips, exhausted and disgusted. This relentless misery was my price for staying close to the monsters. A deep voice sliced through the filth, so close it made me jump. “Look who’s playing in the dirt.” I whirled around. My breath hitched.

I wait for the chorus to start and begin singing, but the words are completely different from the original song. AAA Looking For A joy in my life hoped for For the manholes and the damn heels I have bad luck that deserves a slap With a fallen painting And a bearded boss Working unwillingly, ole With sarcasm in my veins And a great-grandfather named Michele I will always suck Never a joy in my life Never a joy in my life I will always suck Never a joy in my life * I finish with a bow. Modestly speaking, I really have talent. At being awful.

"I take a step and the ground quakes" "They come at me with their full strength" "But still I'm someone that they can't take" "Ain't no one that can catch me slipping" "I can't keep count of the a** I'm kicking" "If this was a game they'd say I'm cheating" "Cus they brought guns but their shots are missing"

I lowered each digit and used my other hand to press hers down one by one. "We can fill the cracks Angela. I'm not asking for anything but today; one hour, maybe an evening, and then I'll ask again. I come with baggage. You come with baggage. Maybe our clothes can mingle for a while and iron out a few wrinkles." I gave her my best rakish grin. "Do you know any other Eminem songs?" "I know them all."

"Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that crash, looking so beautiful I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect I don’t deserve this You look perfect always." I fucken registered the small parts where che changed lyrics and couldn't help but giggle. Right when she ended the song, we were both in tears. "Fuck...." I said wiping her tears, "that was beautiful.. I have no fucken idea that you c

Greg says with a laugh. “In your dreams, dirt boy. In your dreams.” I wasn’t expecting Greg to say anything else until I hear him mutter something under his breath, but just loud enough for me to catch it. “When it comes to you, Jen, always.”