My life is great.
I mean, if you take away the girl that doesn’t love me anymore.
And the friendship that never was.
Take away the fact that my family doesn’t know me.
And the tears I cry every night.
Remove the cuts on my wrist.
The scars on my face.
The bruises on my heart.
Take away the guy that stole my girlfriend.
And kids who seem to love to hurt me.
Take away the pills I take to erase the pain.
And the alcohol I drink to fit in.
The cocaine I snorted.
I weed I smoked.
Take them all away.
And my life is just perfect.