Don't take me back to that place
I've tried so hard to get away...

He's lucky he even made it to 7th grade
the A's were left astray...

I'm fu.cked
theres no where to go...

Tears peirce my face
but don't help a bit...

A pen to trace my thoughts
paper to record and look back on...

I'm trying to hold on
but my fingers are slipping, sweat dripping from...

Your eyes, a doorway to your mind
your full lips, a passage to your passionate kiss...

This is for the real who feel the pain and endure
For the real who with, no stimulant, no drugs, no...

Just another soldier
serving in this war we call an American dream...

I knew it,
I knew I'd go back...

The ones that know you most,
are the tears youve cried...

Drunken footsteps
angry footsteps...