Im so ******* tired it pains me to dream of a promise of tommorow. The past held moments Im a dreamer without vision.
A mud puddle reflecting many thought's ******* up and so very unclear. The bottle's company my only true friend.
They see me as nothing but a fool. I hate the prison that has become my soul. The state fair trinket broken hearts and cotton candy. A fargone memory in the lifeless air.
I could play the role or act the ******* Ive slowley become. Pull the trigger and paint the legend. Free the fool and cast the sunset of my days.
But im addicted to there praise. Slave to exceptance losser to the big win. Have the courage to show your face.