We use these things to
Pretend were happy
We're fake
A scosiaty that can't be fixed
We are a damaged youth a damaged Hart we use drugs to over come are fears
This weed and alcohol won't
Help
Are hart's are shattered
We are a broken urn hope ing
Someone can fit together the peses to fix us
So why why do we try
Why do think we can do it when we know we will die
For the satisfaction
To have the thought I did it
We are a broken face were fake we aren't real that's why our life
Is fake
Why we should wipe the memories
The resonance why they deside
To do drugs is to escape
This Coruped ed scosiaty
So they can fake a way the pain without
Really doing so
It's hard
It's tough
It's going to take for ever
It is going to take ages
