To tired to sleep
To heartbroken to weep
I could care less if I got gunned down in the street
I've lost all my hope
lord knows its toxic with the ways I cope
how did it become such a downward *****
used to smoke jays and laugh the day away
Now I smoke jays to make the hangover go away
my mental state varies day by day from drinking til I get sick
To smoking myself onto a crucifix
All my grey days now I'm sober thinking about how I'm doing nothing but getting older
the plan was to always be a soldier
the reality is I smoke **** go to work  wonder why I don't just hang myself progressing nowhere
So sick of myself I wanna rip out my hair
So much potential they say I had
Shame it's all been wasted just a **** up like his dad
A grunge song comes on the radio and I feel every cord build hands from my heart beat and strangled me
I let myself stop breathing even though nothings really happening
I listen to the song and drift into the empty space inside my head
Finally I gasp for air while the song begins to fade out
WASTED POTENTIAL