This is a song about "Left me on my own"

Kicked out on my own ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Can't blame me for my own faults

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Now this shit is turning to a habit

You broke my heart and left me stranded

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

You can find me at the exit, you're right, my left

You would always go with your biys and leave me on my own,

Better than college, after that, students home

They tell me pick on somebody my own size

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

On everything i own, i'll make it on my own

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

You can find me at the exit, you're right, my left