Everything is insane Young man walked into the end of everything Took a few out with him He was never molded Quite like the rest of those lucky ones It was understood early on That life was unforgiving "It wasn't out of hate now was it son?" "I'm not your fucking son" Keep on searching for the answers motherfucker Cus' I'm sure there will be another one just like him It could have been me It could have been you Young man longing for that affection Coming up short And only receiving leftovers of his father's addictions Tossed aside with nowhere to go He falls flat on his face In his quest for a place to call home Live a lifetime in just 17 years Tortured and neglected He searches for solid ground But still comes up short Without his mother's affection He walks an empty street of insanity It could have been me It could have been you