This drug is taking me
Drowning me in regret...

I guess the rain is dampening
For the spirits of those who are free...

Are you on drugs? They ask me.
Have you been getting pissed...

All I can dream about
Is sailing away...

I think I want to die
Because I feel it everyday...

Sometimes death whispers in our ears
Or chills our mortal soul...

I wish I knew my weaknesses.
I wish that I could fly...

I tried so hard to turn around,
And once again I’ve hit a mound...

This may just look like mincemeat
And it was once very much alive...

It was a crappy day from beginning to end.
Woke up on the wrong side of bed...

At lunchtime every single day
While other kids went out to play...

They called me a monster
They said that I was damned...