Long overdue bills,

Society looks down upon you,

Just thought of as a small criminal,

Nobody want’s be with you.

Always in the eyes of the authorities,

All you did was run away,

Thought of always as a small criminal,

All you really did was run away.

Colored waters that you crave for,

Injecting them in your veins,

Running away from all the pain,

All  you want is to break away.

“Let’s smoke a blunt”, he said,

“Maybe my mind gets away”,

“All I want is death”,

“Or someone to love me”,

“Maybe I don’t deserve happiness”,

“These waters love me more then the man”.

Out in the Horizon,

He looks for a fragment of hope,

Even god denied his wish for death,

Just shoots some more.