The roaring twenties,
living life like one big party.
Everything looking Hollywood,
Hollywood starry.

Jazz and dance,
flappers taking their chance.
Till the day,
the day the stock market crashed.

Gambling money away,
money no one ever had.
Now living in a depression,
everyone looks so sad.

Families losing their houses,
men and women leaving their spouses.
Job-searching,
makeshift learning.

Suicidal men,
wish for the life they had back when.
Children dying,
families crying.

Living life jobless,
not a single day sobless.
Stale bread,
all hope dead.

Tryna remember,
remember the days of jazz.
The days back when,
this world had class.

What a shame,
oh what a shame.
When our own hometown,
loses at the life game.

Have you noticed,
The scars on my hips?
Have you noticed,
The blood dripping from my wrists?
Have you noticed,
The bruises down my thighs?
Have you noticed,
The way before now, I never really cried?
Have you noticed,
The fake smile playing on my lips?
Have you noticed,
The way my laugh trips?
Have you noticed,
The way I no longer care, about the things I once loved?

No?

Then do not come to me.
Do not cry to me.
If you are lost,
Do not expect me to find you.
If you are broken, do not expect me to heal you.
If you are tired,
Do not expect to rest on my shoulder.
If you are alone,
Do not expect me to stay until you grow older.
If you are going to lie,
Do not lie to me.
I am going.
I am going far away.
I am hijacking the highway.
Hijacking the highway straight to Hell.

I'm sorry world.
I wish I could have been a better person.
I'm sorry my demons,
for not putting up a better fight,
I was never a worthy opponent.
But at least you won, right?
I am taking my final breath.