let's go back throw back, a bottle of prozac
let the rush push through you so close that
you lose control of all your senses
just let it go, you might as well fold
fighting on is just senseless but depends if
the expense of lives expensive
for me when life gets right, it's all pretences
theres no truth, except in the booth, wheres people
don't judge shit by your heart no more, so i have no clue
what to do, coz today some random dude approached me
said he wants to be just like me, you don't B
you have no idea some of heat that i've been through
i'd call it a feat, if u cud stick ur feet in my soes
i'll never forgive life, for the bullshit that it gave
but i thank it for my name, and the way i was raised
but i wonder, if i hadn't been bullied or picked on
spit on, kicked from, who would of i became
probably and average joe, jack, maybe another name
and i wouldn't be ashamed, from where i have came
or caved in, in the slightest confrontation eh?
join cadets and join you sing amazing grace