I can't.
I didn't really know what to do
always trying to get through
life
it seems to me
being an adult is harder than it has to be
when we were kids didn't have a care in the world
that all changes when you're growin up
tough on luck its hard to find
somebody who won't dispose of the truth, of lies
friendship is so hard to find
especially when it starts to fall apart
from drugs, alcohol, poison
seeps into your very veins
throwing away the silver metal of a razor
while your friend is crying nearby, fighting you for it
the razor's like the ring from LOTR
you try so hard to get so very far.
Where am I?
Cuz I'm standing right where you were.
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