Depressed people depress me
because they never see past their own pain...

I know the title sounds like a Metallica song,
but really, it's all about you...

Life-
it's a quickly fading breath...

We know you're smoking MJ again;
We can smell it coming from the back room...

It is my infirmities
that have led me here...

Just a cold day in November,
the end of our Thanksgiving break...

I called, and you didn't answer.
You've been gone for three days now...

I don't talk,
never seriously, at least...

People, you confuse me
everyday, more and more...

Just a fun day at Six Flags,
that's all it was supposed to be...

It's seems like an oxymoron,
but I promise you, it's not...