just good to sit empty and untrue to yourself to be rapt in nothing that matters and happy so supremely happy when I'm surrounded with their drama and life that doesn't or isn't worth a nickle the parties the pretties the uglies your homies I got your back but I don't care about you or the tears you cry we spend every waking moment together and I want you to die think and then you'll go down know that this is nausea untrue wrong the hate the struggle the lies are okay if you know what they are but you deny and deny and they eat you up inside but you don't know you're drunk sick with cake batter on your face you see what you want don't pursue it they'll turn their backs on you be scared she has gay tendencies and you're not supposed to be a homophobe but they tell you to if they only knew they were to you're straight it's okay to tell them you love them anyway right right and I'm just so tired but then I drink and it becomes okay for these fucked up things with dim priorities and fake ID's that don't even pronounce the real thing their real nasty face that holds a sour taste inside your heart leave me... but than I'll never be happy tangible death by a bad attitude.