I sit here on the rock that sits in the grass under the tree in the Field
I sit here thinking about life and what it all means and what my purpose is
I sit here remembering how kids picked on me in elementary school
I sit here remembering that a girl at school spread a rummer about me in 5th grade
I sit here remembering that my boyfriend who I loved just broke up with me
I sit here remembering that my Dad went to jail for selling drugs
I sit here knowing that my Mom doesn't love me and wouldn't care if I died.
But that was then this is now
and now I lie here on the ground next to a gun with a bullet in my head and blood all around.
And all you ask me is that what have I found out about life?
If I was alive I'd say it sux.
