Just a small town boy with lots of big city dreams
Hopes and aspirations of things that will never be
Lover's blue eyes are haunting my soul
The clock is ticking like a timebomb ready to blow
All alone,take a hit from my last cigarette
Blowing out illusions of things that haven't happened yet
Part of a generation of innocence lost,I can't lie
Sometimes I think this gun will get me closer to the sky
Boys don'y cry 
We just die