Just when you think you have friends, you're wrong.
You take a look at your life, 10 years from now it's gone.
Because you realized you go through all this pain
With nothing bu the fear that maybe you're insane.
Why does it matter how you live your life?
Something that could be taken away w/ the simple cut of a knife.
We all live to die
When I think about it, I just sigh.
Why do I try to fit into a crowd?
I'm a nothing and not even proud.
I lost my two best friends somehow...
If I had a gun, I'd put it to my head- POW!
