I wish people would listen to their own advice
I smoke weed as my personal vice
I'm not looking for anyone's advice
I've done it for eighteen years
I don't need to be told how to live my life
I'm a young man with words in his head
They aren't always good
Sometimes they prevent me from going to bed
My mother swears it's all in my head
But never do I wish I was dead
I know my future is suppose to be bright
I just wish someone would turn on the lights
I cant see where I'm walking at night
It's like the darkness is an alternate life
It's full of chaos and bliss
The good old days is something I miss
Growing up knowing something was always amiss
Did nothing but make me heartless
Emotions are something I wish I possessed
I put up a front so I wont get hurt
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve
Now I cover it with a long sleeved shirt
Never again will I put someone else first
I feel like I've been cursed to always hurt
My life's filled with ups but mostly downs
My child is what keeps me around
The thought of (him/her) is so profound
Regardless if (his/her) mother is around
I've never had it easy
The last thing I want is for people to feel bad for me
I don't need anyone's sympathy
I just wish my life wasn't so crazy
