There facial expressions turn abhorrent when you walk their way
For some reason you must pay
They spare no feelings
What they think is what they are revealing
Boys are out of the question
Its your first golden ticket to depression
Life is hell for you
Your friends try to calm you through
Your eyes are dry less and tearless
The black clouds are seemingly fearless
Your one chance slowly drifts afar
Sooner your writing sad songs on your guitar
People point and stare
Like they care
You cant win a battle
So hop on the saddle
Take life for spin
Go out on a whim
Go in for the tackle
Shake the feeling of being shackled
Life isn’t fair
But it is alright you will go everywhere.