Freezin' lays his head on a hard pillow again, feelin' maybe things will get better soon. He sees the same faces over and over and it makes him smile, although it might look insane. Even his thoughts come like butterflies but he doesn't know what to do with them so he pushes them away. One day he'll start his life over, whispering hands leading him away. Yeah, ah yeah, fuck it up.

I remember "school shootings" in Seattle in the 90s being a lot worse than what it is today. Back then it was called gang violence.