Kid grows up tricky
Drinking poison ink from the nib
But don’t blame the pen blame the kid
Never had anyone to break **** with
Anger worn on his sleeves bunched and twirled
“I H8 U” and “**** The World”
So he found a way to show his need for it
Changed his mind about loneliness
Anything he can do to fit in
Goes from sharpie sXe on his hand
To wanting to smoke **** with the band in the back of the van
Never quite made it out of his head
Always felt like it got out of hand