what am I gonna do way drunk, who would of thought
life was something i wish sometimes i wouldnt have bought.
shit better yet, i dont think i purchased it
can I end and call this it, better yet call this the end.
sorry but this is a drunken cry of pains within
water build up from simple rains sitting quiet in pudddles.
come together plan out thoughts like football huddles
fuk this world its given me all but then nothing
is a full house with an empty image really something?
I thought something was a thing id be made up off
but my mothers hopes I completely crumbled
became a nothing who just begs and crumbles his cries in mumbles
she thought id grow up to be someone but a dead beat said hi
waiting for the one but just a someone waiting to say hi.
walls closing in. sinks and worlds just falling in within
sometimies i wonder why i came to be just why? why?..god
god this kid is smart as ever gonna be someone
but by hiumself with the only person hearing him is no one.
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FUCK THIS WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
