2002 Brooklyn, New York
So far back yet so up close
You make mistakes and blame yourself why is that?
You don't fight back when kids pick on you, Stand up for yourself pussy
He says its okay to let him touch you like that doesn't he?
I would cry out for help even if you wasn't me.
Years has passed, you turned into me
Now the memories haunt us, you ruined me.
Why? Why didnt you yell and scream?
Now look at us, bottle of pills, suicide is what it seems.
Till death do us part
2002 will forever be my hell