I’m walking talking bad seed laced with cocoa leaves and old english. I’m liquid morphine dripping down the stream of your dying cousin. I’m sorry for him still kicking If we could take it away in a moment we would So I suck at this game like my high school daze. Got high it went away only to deliver jesus rolling in his grave and today another day in this so called life. I’m sick of all you fucking numb skulls parading around acting like all stars. This isn’t my fight i’m not suppose to write or hold a pen till I bleed I’m fucking leech feeding off your emotional scars I’ll be damned if this life strings me along But I suck at dying so i’m killing myself slowly with the nicotine and beer. All the overdoses weren’t enough to extinguish this asshole I’m lit forget I said this shit…