Where's the joy in life
So my parents scream
All they see is what I show
Nothing to be proud about
Bottom of bottles
Fine whiskey and spiced rum
Perhaps some fruity vodka
And that last little drop of fireball
Only so young when the camera rolls
I'd rather them see the shame
For my writing is far to real for their minds
They'll notice I really did try
No where to be tonight
Tomorrow's rain started to cry yesterday
I know what I do is never enough
I'm so creative on illegal fun
