Trip in the head. . I can't stand this hate inside of me. Can't get a grip, get a grip on reality. When this ain't the pain I'm used to. Just can't run away like I used to.
I wake up late for school and I run like hell to try and catch the bus. Never thought about it but those days meant more than I thought they would. Hanging out late with my friends, having fun like punks will do.
You've got no self-esteem. You think you're so mistreated. You can't stand your face, you cannot. Cannot believe that you cannot control your fate. . This isn't what you wanted.