"Next day im walkin the road, kickin rocks its my fault
My lifes the worst story told i'll be this way till im old
I rip a page out the book
Im just so misunderstood
I always think bout her
and when my life felt good
I smoke a cig on the porch
it doesnt help me at all
I wonder "Whats it all for? is this the girl i adore?"
And i know i cant afford
Watchin her walk out the door
so i keep it to myself and keep my feet on the floor."
idk how to feel abt this..