Phone buzzes gently as I'm dressing down. I switch on my computer, all the while thinking. It's hard trying to make sense of everything around me. Music's the only thing that makes sense. 2-faced personalities contribute to this raging fire inside. Fuck this! The line between friendship and popularity is clear to me. I will not let you faggots ruin me and my friends. Mark my words.

So what the fuck have you got when,
You're dropping my name like it's so damn hot?
Talk and talk and talk again about how much better it was back then,
Well get out.
Fighting is never worth it unless something worth's dying for.
Now your asking me what I fucking stand for?