The American dream

just feels foreign to me

and I never feel free

just to go where I please

but if I had money

I could go to Cali

and finally be

the closest you can get to happy

when you're me.

My American hell

being stuck in this shell

where I do not do well

cracked

like the liberty bell

Trying

Only to fail

Instead of excel,

And nobody will help.

I could use a way out

Of the state I’m stuck in

And once I get that chance,

You won’t see me again.

It will be the end,

Cause all I need his dead,

You were my closest friend.

My heart cries every day,

I just wish you’d have stayed.