Lost

I'm only 18, yet I already feel like I'm gasping for my last breath of youth As the days pass I'm realizing more and more that my life is going nowhere My well of inspiration and ideas is drying up My situation never seems to get any better I don't know if it's because it can't or because I'm not really trying I'm not sure if I even care I'm a strong representation of this lost generation of dreamers hopeless romantics and rebels Our lives are spiraling down the drain at an alarming rate None of us are really sure if it matters So we continue to fall futher down into this black abyss that helps blind us and trys to sheild us from how messed up everything is It only becomes a cause for concern when you sober up enough to see what's right in front of you Will it get better? Will it get worse? As long as we stay inebriated enough to not give a damn We'll be just fine Who knows? I could be president someday.