Zane
My dreams shatter to the ground
Wonder why you kept me around
Dancing spinning falling down
I always seem to be the fucking clown
I'm everyone's fucking god damn joke
Wish I didn't have to always choke
I can't seem to find my way
I hope to god I fucking die today
Skeletons in my backyard need to be dug up
Now I'm repeating my Mother's footsteps I'm all drugged up
Can't seem to stop drowning
All these pills I'm downing
Chasing lust like a crack head
Wishing I was just fucking dead
Over worked over rushed
Over my knife I use to gush
Can't stop myself I've gone insane
Too bad I'm just sad fucking Zane
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PoetryA book full of my poems based on my life and heart break. About old lovers, some old break ups and old problems. Each poem I have written with emotion and full of heartache or love. I hope you guys like it....(Some of the photos are off of google so...
