Dear everybody,
Sorry that it didn't go as planned
The world didn't take me by the hand
It tossed me aside, ripped my heart from my body
This is something I can’t fathom, can’t understand

No one gives a ****;
I feel like my life is stuck…
Because no one in the universe cares
Suicidal Tendencies
But no one has any ***** left to spare
I sit here patiently
With my bottle of Hennessy drinking to forget the way she ran her fingers through my hair

It’s sad
I've Gone Bad; I’ve withered and I've rotted
All this **** for one girl that can not be forgotten
Shook. I need to find a new outlook
If I don’t this .45 will bring the Reapers hook

Survival of the Fittest
Without her I’m Incomplete
I guess with me she didn’t fit in
Broken pieces of inevitable retreat
I need to hold her closer; this can't be our finish
But for now, it's just me and this pint of Guinness