As I sit in my room at two-o-six
I start thinking and wishing I wasnt here...

Remember the time you hit me in the eye
And said it was a lie...

I wrote this for my best friend
mail boxing to fighting...

When I talk about what I will be
They call me ignorant...

Why did it happen
One second later...

There is nothing quite like the feeling
Sweat is already pouring down your head...