Always being put down,
You think it matters to me?
You'll see...
You say I could do better,
I don't give a ****
It's bad luck.
This never ending delusion,
Would fill a lesser man with despair.
But I'm so gloriously hollow,
I really don't care.
The way I live my life is my choice to make,
I'd rather live one constant mistake,
Than be a fake.
Keep throwing around that word suicidal,
This horse ain't got no bridle,
And I'll do as I please.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC
Always being put down,
You think it matters to me?
You'll see...
You say I could do better,
I don't give a ****
It's bad luck.
This never ending delusion,
Would fill a lesser man with despair.
But I'm so gloriously hollow,
I really don't care.
The way I live my life is my choice to make,
I'd rather live one constant mistake,
Than be a fake.
Keep throwing around that word suicidal,
This horse ain't got no bridle,
And I'll do as I please.
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