I don't want to breath
So I hold my breathe...
Be who people want you to be
or be a follower...
The first time we met
wrong foot...
So much in me
No way to get rid of it...
Over and over again
My past plays in my head...
Went from juice to Gin
through thick through thin...
I don't care no more
sick of drowning...
I wish I could take it back
But I\'ve paved my fate...
Day by day I live my life in anger
hating every single moment...
Tears stream down from his tired racoon eyes
As he exhales the smoke...
Dear Mom,
The shouting...
Over 10 million died in World War I
they are known as "the lost generation"...