maybe in another lifetime

i wonder if you had ever wanted to die, and never ever come back
if you've ever wanted to lose consciousness till all you saw was black
you remain happy through all the insults they continue to throw at you
they can continue to argue, but i am sure it will never get through

everybody is going to the back alley to smoke their night away
getting high out of their minds until their skin turns gray
everybody is going to the back alley to avoid our everyday problems
trying to cuss with every sentence and rap along with eminem

you should have never trusted their word
i look at you now with too much pity to hold in my hands
you should have jetted before it ever occurred
i talk of you in regret; you know we had so much planned