It’s time for another smoke
Ears abused with words
Tired of this world
I’m just a child
I’m just a baby
Clearly I’m not ready
I want to prove them wrong
But I know they’re right
I don’t want to be out at night
I don’t want to wear shirts that are to low
Skirts that are too high
To match what’s inside of me
Drugs
I shrug
Every time
Not cause I don’t care
But because I’m in fear for my life
I can’t tell if the shiver down my spine
Is from the fear, cold, or blunt in my hand
I can never be the same
I wasn’t ready
I’m just a baby
But now they think other wise
And who are they to tell me what I should be
When they’re children themselves
Why did I let the blind lead me
Why did I let the mute speak to me?
Of course I had sight
Just no vision
I had ears
But just refused to listen
And I end
The way I started
Alone
Now that I’m basically a baby that’s broke
Darling, it’s time for another smoke