Life goes on,
Things aren't as they seem,
The youthful naivety I had,
Was crushed by suits and feinds,

There isn't such a thing,
As they all said,
Of mattress modeling,
It's just part of a bed,

But I wanted to show I was beautiful,
In the way that I am,
Of sleep and dreams,
Powers of my dad,

I was stupid,
I was dumb,
I was wishful,
Now I'm glum,

So I sit here with a roll,
Full of something I know,
A bad sign,
But I was already so low,

They said it would help,
It will numb the pain,
Advice from the friends I have made,
So I took it and sniffed the cocaine.