eh, same ol' same ol'...

[fraudulent_life]

--You've gotten depressed, and ran straight to your home.

When you know you've lived to long, and there is no difference between day or night -- your life will fade like smoke from the bong, and you won't be able to find a friend in sight: So take another drink and swallow it down, because your pride wont let you cry. When you know you've done wrong, and there no way to make it right -- your conscious will be to strong, and you won't be able to fight: So take a deep breath and try not to frown, because your new friends are not shy.
When you know that drugs have taken the place of your friends, and there is nothing more left to do -- your life will begin to end, and you won't have anyone to turn to: So take another hit and try not to quiver, because your last hunger will be fed. When you know life is but a trend, and there is no one else to screw -- your conscious will then break not bend, and you will follow through: So take a second and pull the trigger, because you're already dead.

-- You've gotten distressed, and blown a hole straight through the bone.