Free

Loitering in the parking lot
Got no place to go
Wish I had some money
Or something to show
As sit on this fucking curb
Smoke my last cigarette and sob
I talk to myself I even talk to God
No one wants to hear about my pathetic life
I speak of nothing but chaos, drama and strife
I carry all the blame for all the fault belongs to me
There's nothing I want more than to simply just be free