our year will be next year

i was busy puke up in the stall
couldnt take that phone call
dont be mad on me hun
im already hating who i am
but i do the best i can
i was busy puke up my meds
had no time to make friends
all i was doing wore recovering
from that hospital bed
next year will be our year
i tend to make my dreams come true
just with pen and paper , and i know
you are a the peacekeeper and you dont deserve
me , throw fits like you drop hits but i do cherish what we have
maybe you all a dream , something i made up because i fear my future
but i like the way a stranger can reach out and became somebodies cure