What the fuck is this life for,
what the hell does god have in store?
More struggles and more heart break?
There isn't much more of that shit I can take.
More tears, more fears,
more lies and cries?
How many more tears,
must fall from my eyes?
This life is a living hell,
a constant fucking battle.
There is way too much fucking grief,
then I can fucking handle.
I feel like I'm losing it,
I'm going completely insane.
What's with this fucking life,
that's filled with constant pain?
Confused and abused,
totally fucked in the head.
Completely fucking used,
I would be better off dead.
Pain and shame,
this life is insane.
I can't stop all the craziness,
from going to my brain.
I'm insane and I'm crazy,
I'm fucked and I'm screwed.
I'm messed up in the head,
I'm completely fucking unglued.
Birth sign: Pisces
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