cuts and bruises,
scrapes and burns,
drugs and booze,
thats the way depression goes

razor blades and needles,
blunts and alcohol,
relationships and sex,
thats the way teen years go

sneaking out at midnight,
lying to the cops,
hungover the next day,
thats the way we are

but why is it this way?
why doesn’t it change
how come it always is the same
drama, drama, drama

drama piles up,
our problems overflow,
emotions trapped inside us,
it never seems to stop

now I’m staring at the clock,
wanting to escape,
from all the tears and hate
why is it this way

all these emotions
it doesn’t make any sense
but neither do we
I guess that’s just the way we are