So many thoughts run through my head and I can't help but wonder all of these things:
Who you were
Who you are
Who you will become
Will I be there to know
Where you are
What you're doing
WHO you're doing
What may coarse through your veins...
****, beer, coke oh thats for sure
but new things are what you like to do
******, ecstasy, straight up *****...you're going to end up dead...are you already dead?!
I can't believe you ran away, it's been so long since you've been home
I'm so worried about you even though we don't talk anymore...
Are you under a bridge? Walking the streets? In someones bed? ...Or are you holding hands with the monster again?
Are you with Mike, Jesse, Tina or Rae? I never thought I'd see the day...
Where you would lose all hope, leave me completely behind, and cut the last strand on your rope.
It's official...you're shot at a normal life is over, just like you always wanted...but can't you see that running away doesn't change a **** thing?
Just go home! Do whatever your doing there...so at least we know you're alive!
The last thing I want is to be the only person at your funeral sober and have to speak on your behalf..after realizing I never really knew you...because in your mind you've always been alone