What's become of our generation? The same faces we see in the halls of high school, we recognize on the bathroom floor of the bar. It's true, that at times it seems, we all tear from the seams. So from that point we pick a poison and bathe in it. Having a good time isn't a crime; but let me remind you that our minds are bred to believe we have to drown ourselves in wine. Sad to say, most of us believe our lives started at 18. But because of the paths we chose, I'm broken hearted that the next group of 18s will ride along the same road.
Our legacy hangs low Languid, lawless, lethargic Is it for the bitter or the better Or for worse? We can't curse the bottle Only bottle the curse