Still Haven't Died Yet
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You could set a watch to the time and consistency of my ability to get something good going and somehow fuck it up for myself.
All my hero's were all smoke and mirrors. The dream is dead and bloated, with flecks of glitter still clinging to it's partied out corpse. I am too old.
I never wanted this, any of it. I'm condemned to a life of nothing by nobody from nowhere. Never have my breakthrough. Never have success.
One too many times with my head in the clouds and now I have to prepare for the rest of my boring, pathetic life. Nothing to show for anything. Lack the constitution for suicide. A regular jack off, mean tempered and bitter. Thrown into my grave bitching about something.
Doom is for the downtrodden. The ones who lack the proper wiring.
All my hero's were all smoke and mirrors. The dream is dead and bloated, with flecks of glitter still clinging to it's partied out corpse. I am too old.
I never wanted this, any of it. I'm condemned to a life of nothing by nobody from nowhere. Never have my breakthrough. Never have success.
One too many times with my head in the clouds and now I have to prepare for the rest of my boring, pathetic life. Nothing to show for anything. Lack the constitution for suicide. A regular jack off, mean tempered and bitter. Thrown into my grave bitching about something.
Doom is for the downtrodden. The ones who lack the proper wiring.
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