this is it, and that is all,
and i'll still blame it on me i'm going home to hide and i know how pathetic
i must sound right now but i'll never be the man you want me to be he is fucking buried and lost for a long time running now another day=another pointless aspiration i don't have it in me anymore to live (to forgive)
i swore that i'd never waste the ink and paper on you then again, i also siad i'd make something of this fucking life looks like i was wrong again looks like this might be the end this is what it all comes down to looks like this is the end