The wrinkles in my heart scream
I walked alone in the park at night
My brother by my side
Searching for a high I might regret
Five years ago you wouldn’t want to meet me
My face yelled red.
I could of told you anything and you’d believe what I said.
Or would you of known I was high?
Those lines never got me anywhere but down
Those lines never got me anywhere but up
Up as in high, down as in life.
Because down I would go once again
Now I look old and warn
Torn from a childhood