He's sitting in class with his eyes half closed,
He's staring into empty space.
Is this the life he really chose?
A life woven of highs and craze,
Bound in insecurity,
All love lost, never to be traced.
Confused dreamland in cold reality.
He's lost all hope,
He's trapped in misery and distress.
In his shattered life of broken dreams,
His world's an utter mess.
He can see their cold hard stares,
Their perfect lives flash in their eyes.
Their future set up with out a care,
Their ears immune to all the lies.
He sits there, wondering, shooting up the last,
Sitting there, sees what could have been,
But the images fade fast.
His mind glides on fraying wings,
His eyelids flicker shut,
From his hand drops the syringe.
Enough now, mate, enough.
