Album: Inanimate World

Lost

Sometimes when i can't think can't breathe can't use my mind
I have to call up my friends for help tonight
But i have no one left to call so anyway
I just talk to myself and smoke the night away...away....away.....
Why do all the cool nice people had to dissapear?
Why do all the friends i have never took care of them?
And now they don't exist!
it has to be like that
it has to be like that
it has to be like that
like that like that...