If I recently talked to you, you understand this.

I know why there's druggies, I know why there's suicide
All the pain, the torment, the trouble I feel inside
If you were recently evicted, what would you do
Wouldn't you wanna go where you were accepted, where people wanted you
Where you weren't insulted criticized demoralized
Where people thought you were cool, not saying things that made you hurt inside
I didn't find what I was looking for over there
Grandpa on death bed received no pity anywhere
Jill....I love you, you are a great outlet for my emotions
To cry on your shoulder through all this commotion
Pain, fear, I wish it would all go away, I wish it would die
The pain, it's dull, when I rest my head on your shoulder and cry
I never said I was perfect. What would make you think that?
Suicide playing in my mind, wish I knew where my gun was at
Drugs to dull the pain, it's still on the top of my mind
The alcohol in my system, only makes me hurt more inside
But if you were in my shoes what would your choice be
Well just like the last line in my song, I know how to kick a box out from under me
I never asked for the shit that I got, I don't feel that I even deserved it
Try to tell these people that, but their ears, they will not hear it.

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