I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm bored
is this all I have to say for myself?
for the actions that have caused others pain?

the drinking
the drugs
the late night drives
that led to this

a never ending stream of boredom
is that enough of an answer for this death?

my nice home
my easy life
in my safe suburban town

in my neighborhood
with kids yelling on bikes
in my safe upper-class white town

and yet I waste the days
sitting
whining
complaining
I'm bored
nothing more
just bored
so I look for excitement
and in this rush to feel alive
I find myself with death

I guess he was sick of
the drinking
the drugs
the late night drives
every stride i made to feel alive
to escape the pool of boredom
draining from my skull
to escape the fact that I'm lucky
but instead they'll just say I'm misunderstood

For no one wants to be the one
the one that speaks the truth
the one to try and stop
the pattern of the youth

the drinking
the drugs
the late night drives
I'm just another statistic

but instead of saying this
instead of admitting the truth
they'll just say I was misunderstood