Pain is just an obstacle in my way. To hell with it. I wanna have fun.

There's no such thing as one of a kind.

Pardon me, you're in my way. Move the **** over, or your *** I will slay.

I made a friend
Maybe he's less than that
I wouldn't know
When it comes to me
Friendship doesn't last
It wouldn't be their fault
It'd be mine
Just trying to distance myself
From the last few times
Caring is sharing
Well I keep that bottled up
So I guess that's out of the picture
Pitcher of Lager
To fill up that space
When it comes to these days
It's friends or drink

They say he's addicted
They're wrong
He can stop whenever he wants
Yet he wants his body to rot
They tried to take away his flame
Yet no matter how hard they try
He still suffocates
Drowning his insides in liquored hate
He wonders if they're watching it pain
He doesn't care that his family isn't there
His friends are fake
But that's okay
Because his friends have gone away
Now to take their place
Liquid and smoke
To ease the pain

She acts like July in Texas, but is really December in Alaska.