I opened up your diary to inspire me
The shaking in my hands
I'm breaking down your tyranny
Why I'm like this?
It's definitely not the pride in me
I don't need your white lies, see -
I am complete
While half of you is unsure
with more drama
I write down one stanza
less filler - a smoother smoke

I see past the bright colors and
I believe that we can live like kings
If we can see past the bright colors
And just accept whatever life brings
Be kinder to each other, no broken links
I find its better, but, we'll still need shrinks.

Alone on a Friday
What else is new
All my friends graduated
To learn they're better off with you
Buts its too late, I've left this place, for good.