I don't think I'm built for this
Life
It has seem to remind me of how small I am
Between anxiety pills and tequila I've stared at reflections on walls and still haven't heard the answer to me being alone
Am I really that much where my lover's name had turned to ash on my tongue and he his hate stings my belly with guilt
What is this, life, when you have to gamble with your time and turn to strangers for absent love that makes you to repent to the Lord?
Is there any forgiveness for someone like me that can't make out warnings of my own destruction or understand that I'm drowning in my own tears?
I don't think I'm built for life
Hurry the blueprint might still be legible.