I won't move for anyone's selfish needs, tired of the sickness and tired of the greed. Watching people pass like cars, tired of looking to the stars,
Fate is trying to rip me of my hopes and dreams, when I think about it makes me want to scream. Can't fix what was broke. One more hit of weed, take another toke. Watching it all burn down like the end of a cigarette, another taste of death and nothing but regret. This life is so twisted and I'm tired of the pain, losing my joy and purpose today. I reassure you I'll be ok. When inside it's hollow and I'm devoured by this play. I'm not having fun because my life is not a game. Can't be myself without silence, my love for myself is violent. Stop the pain but I still bleed. Can't even figure out what I need. Time to find out or it turns into a beast. Can't be kind to myself at the very least. Giving up is easy. To keep moving is hard. No choice but to ride though it and play another card. I give in to fate now as I start to leave. Shutting down and I feel no relief. Merciless ache in my heart is taking hold, but for some reason I still want to fight through this cold.
