Penalties to my actions, barely get a reaction, cause I do not really know who I effect or who I'm impacting,
Relaxed but not relaxing, hate myself with a passion, It's like when you get the ball in crunch time and all you think of is passing..
Or fall...friends that I call...are never friends when I call when money's not involved,
And people I continued to love slowly takes a pause;
Its not my fault, I cant even change my past, now girls I seduced in the past entertain their friends talking trash...bout me
History history all of its history, deleted from my search without a single disagree;
Missing me? Missing me? clearly I doubt it matters,
Continuing to piss off like uncontrollable bladders;
Hate the thought that my lonely heart seems to fall apart,
And I hate the fact that I love myself more while sitting in the dark;
It sucks-ess as my mental makes the calls,
As I walk with my head high while exposing all my flaws:
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