We gather each other in pain trying hold it together
Trying to have fun and hiding our pain behind laugher
People drinking, smoking, making music and music videos
To let the world know that everything is peachy, when everything is crap.

Having fun acting nothing happened ,
when crap did happen everyone puts on a front
Don't really talk to each other
And holds everything in until it explodes like a volcano
Comes together once every month to fake that everything is amazing

When we are fighting our demons.

When we are drowning in weed
And alcohol, afraid to show our true emotions.
We are ghosts until those days are here
And wants to appear like magic
People wants to be trapped into school,
And work so we don’t talk

we either move on and regret it or we are scared to move on and stay in the past
How can we though? How is that fair?
Our loved one is in the sea and around our necks

Little boys are mad and angry at the world all they see is red
The girls are smoking and drinking
Wanting to feel but they are just numbness
Everyone wishes that day never happened
And wishes we are stuck in a bad nightmare that we can’t wake up.

We look around and see all the alcohol and weed around us in the room
Don't know if we should show our emotions
Or fake it until we be ghosts again and don't talk to each other
Mothers in pain everyday don't know how to move on or should they move on?

Fathers are in pain but only show it when they are drinking and smoking,
Brothers: one is drinking and smoking like daddy, the other one is like mommy, being sad in pain trying to move but can't. And the last one? He's finally at rest with our grandmother

Everyone wants to talk but what about? School? Work? How they in pain?
People don't know know what's real anymore,
What's up & down, what's left and right

The person who everyone loved is gone now, the girls trying to understand
Why did this happen? Is it worth it to be the vodka? Or to be the end of a blunt?
Would we ever be somewhat okay? Or are we like the rest? Just keep on faking it?
Don't know what's real anymore,
Only thing we celebrates are the deaths we lost and the births that are welcome the world

Who are we to judge each other when our lives changed that day.
Who are we to judge each other the way we grieve our loved one
Are we just alcohol and weed?

Watching our people is scary and sad
We look around us and see all the alcohol and weed around us