Bullshit High School drama with senor Corona.
These are the times that I will never let go.
I know one day my loneliness will show.
When boredom took me over, I said goodbye to summer.
Remember once I went for sociable.
Those days are gone and now growing up means growing sick and old. Am I?
I'm not tired of screwing the friends that I've made; I'm just tired of being alone.
I'd try to change, but I'd just end up the same, upset and alone.
Life's a pile of shit, only deeper.
Where's that rock star lifestyle for me?
Are winos happier, left to linger?
When will someone else feel bad for me?