Deep Thoughts

They call me John Liquor

You'd never see a bottle drain quicker.

Take away the pain. Take away the depression.

Waiting for something to ease the aggression.

Let's have a reflection to see how I became me.

Back when I was three, fuck that drunk driver, our car hit a tree.

The doc couldn't help, the sadness I felt.

I honestly thought my heart might've melt.

It never ends there though, there's always more.

My mom on the floor, dad not breathing, so much gore.

Not until I was twelve, started hurting myself.

The only way I could pass the time, a few scars or so.

Could've been okay but my crush said no.

Rejected, disconnected, neglected...

I swear I was subjected, to torment and hate.

Ask me how I'm doing and I would say great.

I knew that wasn't true but what could I do.

People annoy the hell out of me, except a couple few.

These people gave me strength, these people gave me hope.

Probably why I wasn't found hanging by a rope.

Turned twenty the other day, another year to cry and pray.

They say God is everywhere, but why can't he find me?

Turn on my TV, and look what I see, a man went a killing spree.

They named the deceased, fuck Satan that beast!

The only ones I loved, I've been deprived of.

My fingers lost feeling, and I started to sweat.

My bottle was empty, now how could I vent?!

So I grabbed my keys, and started my car with ease.

My headlights were broke, but I continued to drive.

Down the road, past the field, torwards the bridge.

Where I'll climb to the ridge and end all the pain.

I started to black out but first I saw a light.

The steering wheel was too hard to fight.

After the collision I began to lose my sight.

And when I woke up, the doc addressed.

I was under arrest. I killed a man and his wife.

He said the kid still was full of life.

It was then I knew my bad luck was contagious.

The kid was outrageous, he cursed my life, and he cursed my name.

Little would I know our lives were one of the same.