This plastic little place is just a step amongst the stairs

I have some things to say. Things to get off my chest. I hate not being told the truth. Leaving things out is also fucking retarded. If you're too much of a fucking panzy to to tell me what's really going on, don't say anything at all. Just save you're breath.
However not everything is bad. I still have some great friends. tAnd things have been working out for the best lately. I start classes tommorow at 8 in the fucking mourning. Maybe i should get a drink before then. Anyways thanx to those who have been there. You're all awesome people and I can't thank you enough.

I know it's not considered right
The way I live my days and nights
I always thought I'd rather be considered lucky than good
I know it's not considered right
And everyday another fight
I always thought I'd rather be considered lucky than good SR-71