I swear it’s one thing after another
I swear I don’t deserve another chance or my mother
And just win I thought I was finally getting my life together
Here comes health issues and spiritual bad weather
But it’s all my fault so maybe I’m better off dead
Maybe all these poems are better off unread
God I’m sorry but I just wanna give up so bad
I wanna go out too drunk to think about the life I could’ve had
The worse part is I’m the only one to blame
Instead taking care of myself I drank to forget and daydreamed about fame


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