Half-awake writing

He came from a small town, hypnotized by the big city life.
He came looking for a piece of action, all he received was a big city life.
He tried to convince himself that this was leading somewhere, but just like on the last day of school, everything was gone by the time he got there.

This guy Can't keep them boys away. We all thought he was happy.
But he say's "nooo, see I used to have dreams. But I cashed in something long ago, that I can't redeem. Once you do, your just another cut away. Scarred forever, and they just won't fade. I learned you don't get something for nothing, without giving up your soul."

He's now got the "get away" look, with a drink in his hand.
And he feels like no one.
He tries to put the past behind him.
And in his mind he he thinks that if he ever get out of this place things could be different.
But he still hides at the bottom of the bottle, and cries when he looks in the mirror.

Thoughts flicker through his mind;
Am I looking at myself?
I don't see anybody else
This is the price I paid. It's costing me my life just to get out of the game.
Once you are just another cut away you lose a part of your soul.
Now im scarred, And these scars won't fade.