I don’t know about what I am feeling.

And I am not so sure about what I am believing.

And with all of this, fuck what I am feeling.

'Cause I am feeling depressed and am very upset.

Don’t think what I want to be and don’t know yet.

Things could change, yeah, nothing is set.

Those moments are gone, but they were the best.

Now as I look outside everything is gray and polluted and all these terrible crimes that are occurring, it makes me sick.

Meanwhile, all you care about are the glamorous stars in their fabulous new cars, I will punch each and everyone’s jaws, those bastards think they’re slick.

Everyday is twisted in the same damn way.

I go to one class with these rich and privileged kids who are stuck up and will just not shut up.

Then the next glass I am with these children from the ghetto, where some are known to pack that hot metal, and they are thankful for everything and are kind when the peace is settled