When we have done what we are born to do Thrown away in a mess of shit and urine What am I to do, with myself and you Just another day in hell as far as I am concerned It's the same life same day all over again Everybody conforms to life and expects me to do the same I'm not the worlds puppet to be fucked with Pull these strings and you'll get a surprise Bloody and messy that is your prize So get the fuck out of my face Never wanted to be loved or held I am my own comfort, all alone in this planet Same day , same shit, same everything What is the point, kill yourself Make it quick Goodnight
Reason for writing:
Who the fuck cares
Birth sign: Aries
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