My childhood is a photo album of forgotten memories 
I picture the happy family we once were
Then a string of cleverly put together jealousys
Made me question where my loyalties were

First drag
A stick of cancer hanging from my mouth
Number 1 remedy for a woeful sigh
But the sigh wells up and leaves my mouth
Is it boys or men who don't cry?

Second Drag, first sip
A bottle of alcohol, a packet of fags
Maybe i'm just in one of life's bends
Some people cursed poisonous words like "Fag"
A spread word lost me alot of...friends

Third drag, second sip, first pain
I know that the alcohols bad for me
But who takes advice with no care for themselves?
It i wasn't so blind i'd surely see
That baggage becomes too heavy and breaks the shelves

Stamp out, throw away, grimace
Another cramp, why so stupid?
When i know i bring things on myself
I push those special ones away, why so stupid?
Why should I moan when i have my health?

On the edge?
Literally, i look down wondering the height
But i am tied by a rope, an emotional one
The kind that gets you through the night
To my left is the tangerine setting sun

Brush aside the hair
Shouldn't hide behind a mask anymore
But i feel like i'm caught in a box
An internal prison without a door
I watch age tick away on the clocks

Car returns home
Wish i could drive it, far away from here
Wish i could get out, dream, Japan
The vision I hold is in my mind so clear
But is it one of those foolish childhood plans?

Go back inside
Back to my supposed retreat
To my friends, some with decietful reason
Others or themselves they're trying to beat?
Because everyone has their inner demons