Again I'm with my pen
trying to write something
And here I open my eyes
In reality I am nothing
My life is so fucked
& I'm tryng fixing
I act to be a writer
Actually I'm a quiter
Dreaming all the time
That I will live my life better
My words don't rhyme
Cause I want to be a writer
No notifications needed
To inform me that I'm a sinner
Fuck you if you hate me
I'm a psychopath killer.
