as life goes on it becomes more complex
the innocent ones turn in to whores
lollipops become cigaretts
pop becomes alcohol
crushes turn it to hookups
break ups become divorces
the divorces bring depression
depression brings drugs
the knife in your draw
now has a purpose
you cut yourselfto make the pain go away
till one day all your suffering is gone
cause you cut a little to deep
and now your laying there
dead...
lifeless..
with nothing to show
but the knofe
that still lay there in your cold hand