Fifteen years and he's drowning his sorrows
Smoking weed, drinking cheap liquor out the bottle
With a bunch of fake friends 'cause he tried to fit in
But it wasn't working
Ran in with the law 'bout a dozen of times
Nothing too bad, just a few suburban crimes
Still he says to himself
"What are you doing, you don't deserve this
Don't you know nobody will ever understand
The person that you are, learn to hold your own hand
Get your shit together and lose the weight
You'll never be what you want, no, not with that face"
He started writing all of his thoughts on paper,
Realized music made life so much greater
100 pounds down, he looks so different now
As he plans his escape from a crooked hometown
This is the part for me that hits the hardest.