Everything I feel is as if on the on run from the law, searching for something to do to pass the time of day but throughout the years being lost,
What exactly can make the boy stable, before a breath is released smoke is inhaled, an alcoholic beverage sustained in ice particles,
Now the sudden urge in rush entices the facial blush, opening car doors that didn't belong to us,
In the middle of school, never really actually taking the time to think on the stool,
What I'm entitled to is great, I don't have nothing somebody is going to have to explain,
Where I feel lost inside the lust, feeling lost was the only emotion I could trust,
Suddenly I found myself all alone, It was a decision of mines that I chose,
I became an outcast to a new middleschool at the prior I was popular, I didn't intend to be immature, I was just lost straight driving and I had a drunken swerve,
From an outgoing kid to silent and drawn away from society, I use to love the attention the feeling of popularity, but as I'm getting older Im gaining clarity,
Lost as misnomer for someone without direction, where there is doubt there is someone who denied their own perfection,
Self punishment is committed but for what, it can be like injecting poison into your very own cut,
What's worst is you hurt the one's who love you more, but it's not meant it's the result of you as a person feeling poor,
Being alone and becoming accustom, things you worked so hard to polish got rusted,
Out of touch with the person that's hidden inside you, no matter how many times you tried to,
In prison I met a friend from my middleschool days opening car doors that didn't belong to us, he was down for stealing trucks,
I forgot his name in the process of bending corners, he's just like me a misnomer....
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