Honesty in a Bottle of Coke
In the heart of suburbia, the land where dreams fall to pieces.
Nerve starts to get to me, will I see these faces for much longer?
Tell me how it's fair, when I'm the only one stuck in this rut.
And the only one who wants to get out of here.
An empty pocket, and a bottle of coke.
Time to go, and I'm starting to choke.
Lost my mind on a thousand good-byes
That haven't occurred just yet.
Is it apathy that's got me pinned to a wall?
Or am I trapped in a world not meant for someone like me?
This is very visual and witty.
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