What will my parents do,
If I go back to my crew,
They thought I withdrew,
But that’s untrue,
I always come through,
And make do.

Mom, Dad,
Why'd you choose drugs?
You chose that over us,
But in the end you got bust,

You know what?
I feel like trash,
Just writing this down,
But I have to get this out...

I love you,
I honestly do,
But sometimes you make me wanna puke,
Part of me wanna say "OD"
Nobody will even care,
To find your names in the obituare...

But it will make another tear,
You said you'd get better,
So we can all live a life together,
But here I am 17,
I had to teach myself everything.

Dad, you could've taught me how to use the D,
But I guess it came naturally,
Mom, through all the heart breaks,
You coulda taught me to be better,
Instead I went Bitter.

Somewhere along I took a wrong turn,
All I wanted was to smoke a burn,
Never thought I would turn,
And be part of your urn.

That was disgusting,
Who I was becoming,
I fought back,
To get on track,
But I can't change the past.

Not a day goes by when I don't think of you,
And all this **** you put me through,
I Hate You!
Everything you do,
You always think about you,
*******!
I LOVE YOU!!
I'm through...

You put me to the test,
Think I won't rest?
I'm gonna hit that reset,
You better not sweat.
Your unfit,
Just a Hypocrite.

Darkness,
I see nothing,
Not even my feet,

So dark,
Yet so cold,
Wondering where I am,
I stand.

I immediately hit my head on something solid,
I raise my hands to see what it was,
Nothing.

What is this place…

Bigger question,
Where is this place…

I’m running on empty,
Palms are all sweaty,
My mind going crazy.

I ******* hate this school,
All our parents think it's so cool,
But they don't know the **** I've been through,
They think it's all home brew.

But most of it started when I was not cool,
Now I'm nobody's fool,
See what they say when I go away?

I came back a change man,
They still treat me like I'm trash,
They don't trust my word,
Because my past actions rule out my word.
They know I went to a military school to better myself and change my horrible ways,
But they still think I'm that punk,
That would throw them in my trunk,
Just to get a high,

You know what *******!!
I've changed my ******* ways,
So what gives you the right to treat me like I'm still that ******* "druggie"
As you would all say,
I don't care what you think,
y'all can go shove it.

I'm doing great in life,
My girlfriend loves me for who I am,
My friends think I'm a changed man,
It's just my parents and this ******* SCHOOL!!