“Are you alright”


I keep the conversation short like I’m sorry but I gotta go
I gotta go before I end up telling you something you don’t need to know
It’s nothing personal I just don’t believe in sharing
I blame girls like Arely
Girls that seem nice and pretend to be caring
Letting everything out on the Holy One Above
Like where’s the peace where’s the love
Like is this really the extent of my life
Money problems and drunk texts to girls I’d never call my wife
I need a change, I need some help
I need someone or something to save me from myself


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