The devil was in the corner
When you said goodbye to your mother.
You thought yourself more heaven,
But it was hell the got you in the end.
You’ll make new friends,
And keep it cool,
Between you and your new friends.
They’ll think you’re cool,
You tell stories of the before.
Make someone laugh,
It will give you credibility.
I’ll write you letters till you’re sick of me..
I’ll wonder do you miss me?
Don’t let go,
There’s someone hanging out on for dear life.
You’re bored of the life you have now.
It was more interesting before.
All the violence,
And bad attitudes.