Wasted youth; Existance gone wrong
No one gave a shit; He dropped his bomb
He is a creature of circumstance; Made by the unwilling
They gave him no choice; His will he is now filling
They place the blame on his shoulders; But its not his fault
It is because of them; He placed his emotions in that vault
"Its just him" they say; "we've done no sin"
They could not, would not care; Thats where this hell begins
The ones whom he loved the most; Would not give him the time of day
Soon their fees; Shall be repayed
But the score will not be settled
No, no one will win
They escaped life, their damage done
And now he must live as he is