This life I’ve lived is such a waste
My grades are failing: a disgrace
I’ve never known love’s sweet embrace
It’s starting to get old

I’m sick of friends and teachers who
Rip and tear through all of you
To find and throw away your views
I’m starting to grow cold

This booze, these drugs, these alibis,
They came, they stayed to agonize
And in my body, naturalized.
It’s really a fool’s gold

And now I want out of this hell,
This deep and dark and nasty cell,
I have become an empty shell,
I’m nothing to behold