Your blonde hair dyed brunette with painted black fingernails.
Your lost blue eyes and bad boy reputation.
You built yourself a drinking problem from partying in high school.
You have never a found a lover after a girl broke your heart in high school.
You normal, popular white boy in a religious high class town.
You always seemed lost in the crowds from small town traditions to school dances. You didn't fit in this town either. I know you don't know what you want to do with your life just figure it out so you can escape this town and your lost glory days.
I just feel sorry for you.