This shit is fucked
My life is a mess
I busy myself, I'm running around
Realize that i am empty inside
We're so young but it's out last year
Will they fuck with me tomorrow
Why must our lives be plagued with fear
Put yourself in the middle and screw up everything
What the hell happens when shit's not what it seems
what's going on when your friends are nowhere to be seen
What's going on when you're down and low
Will we still be here tomorrow?
If you create your friends, and your friends create you, then what the fuck is betrayal?