Like it was your fault (The great end of a start)

You wanna know if you can handle what's going If you had that time... Grabbing your head, while you try to understand Love... But you waste.... Time Catch your ass, and you serve some more toughts... If you can hide from all those low shits you can be lost for one more hour... Run your head home, and think like you're suppost. You suffer more, than what you see behind ya, Now you can handle it... but you don't. Make sure to cry... before your head lose that option. If you feel the same you know that everybody will feel it has you are being what you are. Depression is going on, while you think it's not going ... Realize your only way home. grab a bunch of stones... and throw them right behind ya, the only way you can find it... Desirme your flash and begin to turn it has your own. Boys don't learn drunk, they just realize. No measure of point no grabbing hope, Just sticking cruel memories... Like it's your fault... And you did never try to understand that you were first before who came after ya.