Poor Boy (Such A Surge)

Mind is empty like a six pack If we could we would throw it away Silence like silver Empty words went gold and if we could fly I close my eyes to see the stranger under my skin Laughing about me Feelin' high With my concrete feet on the ground Poor boy They want me to say That good things will come your way One day Soul no control And if we could we would yeah throw it away You're the last one cause it seems anyone else is gone So please stay I open my eyes and voices in my head They're talkin' about me Feeling down With my head in the clouds Poor boy I try to fill hard times with green I try to throw the blinding red away They say the only way to make theme pay is to lie I rather die 250000 ways to die so it's my choice What you see is what you get So am I better off dead ?