So wise so young do never live long.nIt seems like I grew up as it grew darknAnd I decided I no longer wanted to write about what keeps us apart.nand I'm not surprised, I've spent all this time just singingnGod send cigarettes and purpose to guide this life.nAnd this is what I wanted, but all my prayers distorted.nA dream come true and it's nicotine and dissapointment.nAnd I'm not surprised.nI've spent all this time singing,nGod send the softest flesh to ease the stress of this troubled mind.nSo waded lavishly through sin, traded amnesty for skin...nHaven't seen sex and respect in the same place since.nOh, look what nightmares these prayers become.nGod sent employment, culture, combat to occupy the young.nOh, how the vacant voicemails and anti-depressants can make you forget...nnI'm nothing without my influences.nNothing without my friends.nnI can't help but love this life again.