She said that she’d be back,
I was waiting on a heart attack,
I said my minds not here,
She said it’s the same idea

Not sure where to go,
When nowhere feels like home,
The priest had no replies,
The teacher looked for my disguise,

I went down on my hands and knees,
But no air came out when I tried to scream

Fierce competition in a peculiar haze,
Looking for truth in unconventional ways,
Giving in to my disease,
Succumbing to the mental bleed,

These pills are a fashion trend,
Get me sick then do it again,
I’ll wear it like designer clothes,
Hoping for the spotlight on the runway road,

I went down on my hands and knees,
Only air came out as I tried to plead

Fat stacks of pills on ice,
Pool parties and anti-psychs
Memories flushed and washed in dirt,
Didn’t they tell me this could hurt.

Wishing for the best this time,
I weigh my hope and snort line by line,
A wonder I’m not so much amused,
By life’s constant beating and abuse

I went down on my hands and knees,
Only air came out as I tried to leave.