Hometown broke down Tuesday night
Nothing to do but smoke, drink or fight.
Can’t dull the thoughts with pills of morphine
Can’t kill the uneasiness with nicotine
Trapped in a house, trapped in my head
Knocked out for two days on a bed.
I know it’s killing me, slow or fast
I don’t care, long as it doesn’t last too long.
I’m so sick of this system, its completely wrong.
–By Tj Blare