October 31, 2010
By , Keansburg, NJ
People walking hurriedly
Like they have some place to be
But you're just standing still
Lived your whole life for a thrill
People going somewhere tomorrow
Leave you behind, alone with your sorrow
But you just drown it out with weed
No wonder you don't succeed

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