I've got something to say about the state of union
I'm not racist i hate everyone and yes, i hate
when i think of my youth, i don't remember you,
i hear the word opportunity so many times I'm not
A missing child
A mother too weak to stand she cries
Her
I need help I cant leave I cant breathe
I see
What you think doesn't fuckin matter to me
I like my
Twenty-six and Paul wants a great life
A good paying job
A
You can't find it
But I know you will
It hurts me
I guess I'm wasting my time
Trying to tell you how
She was there for me and I don't know why
She
I've tried so many times to leave this place, this
Yeah
What happened to us?
In our youth we must have been
When your friends hurt you
They know it isn't good
You don't
I often wonder to myself
Who's Johnny?
Who's Johnny?
Who's Johnny?
I met a
