What the fuck have I come to.
Another house I’m kicked out of.
This time my shit thrown out the door…
And I didn’t do shit at all.
He was waiting.
For ANY reason.
Even something as simple as a god damn phone call,
in which he purposely told me to answer to start drama.
You constantly doubt me.
I will never live under your shadow again.
Fucked myself over.
Cause now I have even less fucking time to
find else where to go.
Until I’m on my ass again.
On another level.
I don’t even crave it anymore.
I don’t really care.
Time to have another beer.
Get loosened up.
I’m so god damn uptight.
And its automatic fuck off anyone who tries me.
I might be sick.
I might need love.
So if I’m left with nothing left after you.
I’m waiting on a scenery that I’ll lose luck in defining.
rehabilitate this aching heart.
Breathe for me so I may have the chance to live again.
Reset my footsteps turned from misery.
I might hate who ive become.
But I fear for the rage.
I want to change.
I need to change.
Before all hope is lost.
she’ll never see you sane again.