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Hearin songs on my phone
and the sounds remind me of you.

The drugs and alcohol,
I remember it all,
But what's a boy to do?

My biggest role models were drug addicts.
Mentally ill abusers.

Young and wanting to be loved.

Drown out the pain with drug induced euphoria.
Chasing feelings and losing myself.

No one taught me how to love.

Was being a parent too much?

Nobody taught me honesty.

Only how to lie through your teeth.

Too smart, you couldn't hide from me.
You couldn't.

A world of control,
You don't control me anymore.

The freedom I long for
found in pictures
and poems.

Getting so High I couldn't see straight.

At sixteen spending my money
on weed and chemicals.
Sacrifice myself for just a few more nights away.

Away from the hell that was made for me.

Sleeping in my car,
getting into trouble,
wandering around.

Anything to get out. Get away.

That's what you do when home isn't safe
and the answers lay a flame away.

Sex, drugs, jobs, sports,
and still I got A's in AP.

But the pain never went away.
Party the pain away.

Until reality smacks you in the face.

I could party all day,
but still they wouldn't accept me.

Dancing with the wolves
Playin games and catching strays.

Anti-social extroverts
in hundreds come together
looking for what they desire
in skin and altered states.

Only took a while until they'd get
kicked out, shot up, beat up, violated.
Thrown in jail or dead.

Only a few I know from then
are still here and free.

I'm one of them.
I'm lucky.

Smart enough to survive.

Went to college cuz it was expected,
but it was not made for people like me.
No.
I'm made to be free.

If you wonder what that means
look no further than what's right here,
in front of you.

The dean threatened to kick me out.
Well, fuck him.
I left.

Damn.
Am I a fuck up?

No.
I'm just a person who wants to be free.

What about you?
Do you want to be free?
Are you like me?

Description
Hearin songs on my phone
and the sounds remind me of you.

The drugs and alcohol,
I remember it all,
But what's a boy to do?

My biggest role models were drug addicts.
Mentally ill abusers.

Young and wanting to be loved.

Drown out the pain with drug induced euphoria.
Chasing feelings and losing myself.

No one taught me how to love.

Was being a parent too much?

Nobody taught me honesty.

Only how to lie through your teeth.

Too smart, you couldn't hide from me.
You couldn't.

A world of control,
You don't control me anymore.

The freedom I long for
found in pictures
and poems.

Getting so High I couldn't see straight.

At sixteen spending my money
on weed and chemicals.
Sacrifice myself for just a few more nights away.

Away from the hell that was made for me.

Sleeping in my car,
getting into trouble,
wandering around.

Anything to get out. Get away.

That's what you do when home isn't safe
and the answers lay a flame away.

Sex, drugs, jobs, sports,
and still I got A's in AP.

But the pain never went away.
Party the pain away.

Until reality smacks you in the face.

I could party all day,
but still they wouldn't accept me.

Dancing with the wolves
Playin games and catching strays.

Anti-social extroverts
in hundreds come together
looking for what they desire
in skin and altered states.

Only took a while until they'd get
kicked out, shot up, beat up, violated.
Thrown in jail or dead.

Only a few I know from then
are still here and free.

I'm one of them.
I'm lucky.

Smart enough to survive.

Went to college cuz it was expected,
but it was not made for people like me.
No.
I'm made to be free.

If you wonder what that means
look no further than what's right here,
in front of you.

The dean threatened to kick me out.
Well, fuck him.
I left.

Damn.
Am I a fuck up?

No.
I'm just a person who wants to be free.

What about you?
Do you want to be free?
Are you like me?