Its a night like this, a few years back in my room no chicks,
wishin I would die or the time would pass by
its never easy living life with nobody givin two shits
now we find ourselves smokin two spliffs, dont know where were goin or what were doin but these paths that were choosing are making us who were gonna be in the future, doesn't help me forget the blonde in the cute shirt, sittin in class callin me a loser, too afraid of drugs to be an abuser so I sat in my room at night with only my music to talk to goin back to school on monday everybody thinking im an awkward fool or maybe it was all in my head and now im reading these threads about these people who are depressed and don't have a lot to live for, starvin themselves hungry with insanity knockin on their door, and Im thinkin to myself that I was just like them, and every single one of them is why ill never let go of the pen. If only I can save a single life before it all its the fan, because each and every is so beautiful goddamn.