I spent most my time just passed out throwing up trying to rid all of this hatred from my guts.
It was a waste of time now, as much as it was then.
No longer a basis for the people I call friend.
Well I'm still as stressed as I was back in the day, for different reasons now but the weight still feels the same.
I could have done things using more productive means, instead of killing my liver and giving up on my dreams.

This road goes on and moves too fast, so when you trip and fall you get road burn, or burned by the road.
How can you call this a home, it's just mortar and stone built on dead bodies and bones which isn't making me safe.
Time will turn and we'll learn objects are not what we yearn, but what we yearn for is for suns warm embrace, and I fear that this place has truly branded my face, like a pariah, I'm a peg that won't fit in the hole, but when all is said and done with I'm proud because this life is mine and I have a sense of control

I miss those days back then like the ones that have yet to come, and I can't wait till I reach the end and all is said and done, because I know that i still have a very long ways to go, but I can't wait to see what I've done at the end of the road.
Sure I miss those jetties, and bridges, backyards, bonfires, and sands, like I miss those units and boxcars and sidewalk slams, and when I become a wrinkled, withered, tired, old man, I'll keep on moving forwards till I have no more strength to stand because

This road goes on and moves too fast, so when you trip and fall you get road burn, or burned by the road.
How can you call this a home, it's just mortar and stone built on dead bodies and bones which isn't making me safe.
Time will turn and we'll learn objects are not what we yearn, but what we yearn for is for suns warm embrace, and I fear that this place has truly branded my face, like a pariah, I'm a peg that won't fit in the hole, but when all is said and done with I'm proud because this life is mine and I have a sense of control