The pressures of teen life Crush the heart Pressing for the prerequisets to gain a start A few Successful, most fall apart. Good grades here, bad grades there. Mediocure GPA but youve learned not to care. Sometimes your awake at night thinking, thinking thinking thinking But nothing comes to heart. After while Insomnia is your friend, And you let the disorder win. Every morning you feel tired as fuck After noon apon school completion you want to just give up Take a-nap wake up still feel like crap You'd rather be immortally immune to sleep than after 2 hours of watching the ceeling and not catching a peak. Again Insomnia is your friend, and it always wins. Kinda like a *****, who likes it on both ends. You have learned to play it in you favor, So the day never dies, neither will your anger. Tired of being alone, Your house doesnt feel like a Home. The memories of destruction surpass the joyous fucks. Because you realize they are almost as dead as your heart. So you play the symphonies of a world and a world apart With each Chord, The strength increases Until you have the most bad ass symphony And from the world you and your guitar will depart.