at times i want to yell for help
pass by my sorrow
pass on my sorrow
cannot swim but i fell in well

feel my pain and breathe
till the air is all smog
and the sky is all dark
and the waves do not heave

time in time my thoughts are second
my plight destined
my rise less real
bombings of spots i didnt reckon

before i lay and weep 'its more to life'
soak up my pillow like im sure its right
i see it all for a moment, eyes wide
unimaginable to show it, fine line

Why is the title F A G F A G F A G ?

It's 5 pm