I sit and I think, planning my future,
Looking at my wounds I never suture,
I just re-open all my scars, live in ignorance,
and just plain relive the same sequence,
Do I like to bleed? Or am I just used to it?
Am I good? Or just another *******?
I don't know what I need, well I never do,
Until it's too late, then its me I *****,
So what should I do? I need some advice,
Stay and wait, or run and never think twice,
Be a devil, and break everything to be selfish?
Be an angel, silently waiting for the world to grant my wish?
**** it, neither, a grave sounds best,
Finally a chance to get some rest.