You say you regret it all,
yet you refuse to make a change.
You say you fucked up
but you'll do it all over again.
You're wasting your life, can't you see?
A future with brain damage,
a missing kidney,
or nothing.
But, it is your choice
if you wish to be a hazard to others,
to yourself,
be my guest.
But when you do eventually fuck up,
don't expect me to be your shoulder to cry on
like I have
always
been.
