Growing Pains (An Autobiography)

Uncomfortably awkward, got nothing to offer Besides a frequent drug habit I constantly falter, my conscious stays altered Feed it LSD and Black Sabbath Put here to aimlessly wander, never knew my father Bones are rubber and my soul plastic Am I just flowing like water? Or am I the impostor? Even my own thoughts are sarcastic Well, well, well If it's not the consequences of my own actions (Again) An immediate attraction drove me towards Instant satisfaction Uncomfortably awkward, got nothing to offer Besides a frequent drug habit And a crippling awareness of existence