I can't.

I didn't really know what to do

always trying to get through

life

it seems to me

being an adult is harder than it has to be

when we were kids didn't have a care in the world

that all changes when you're growin up

tough on luck its hard to find

somebody who won't dispose of the truth, of lies

friendship is so hard to find

especially when it starts to fall apart

from drugs, alcohol, poison

seeps into your very veins

throwing away the silver metal of a razor

while your friend is crying nearby, fighting you for it

the razor's like the ring from LOTR

you try so hard to get so very far.

Where am I?

Cuz I'm standing right where you were.

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