it wasnt my choice i didnt want it i was drunk i was 15 he was 18 im in high school i puke... wet pants in the hospital bed i cry i cant sleep i write i draw anything to destract my mind i want it to leave myhead i want the faded demon to leave no cuts but i want to no soul but i need it rapped and called a liar im tired of it all i want to be done and nobody will let me