In a few years, most of these people you won't know. They move away, you get in arguments, and life moves on. In a few years, you'll finally get a job and get out of that house. Stop hurting yourself. Stop poisoning your body. Things are not hopeless. For the first time, you'll get a tattoo Your best friend is going do it You won't stop there. Things are not hopeless. You'll snap a few times, And try to find an escape. It's going to be okay, and it's going to work out. Thing are not hopeless because In a few more years you'll open your eyes And you'll shed the social anxiety Someday you'll be able to hold a conversation with strangers. Someday you're going to be okay.