I sit here mama,
and i wait and i wait and think
thinking of the next days that come
weather they'll be good or just full of
greater mistakes
and as i inhale this cancer into my lungs
i question how i am still breathing
i swear to myself and i swear to others that
i am fine and that i am better but i still break
these endless rules like an inconsiderate
slump
i dont know where i am leading my life
but as the days go on i leave the
ones i love
questioning if i am worth
the wait
i dont know what im suppose to
expect from this life i
live but honestly,
this life im livin isnt lookin so
great