DETERIORATE

S U M M A R Y

I have a feeling that I'm not going to be here. For next year.

I was put on this Earth seventeen years ago;

But my soul was on it for longer.

I'm a drug addict and I have zero hopes of being and staying clean.

Cause why the fuck would I want to do that?

Why would I want to make myself better when nobody gives a shit anyways?

All want to do is just laugh a little get high and forgot why I was even brought to this planet in this fucked up world.

I definitely think the planet is very sad. I also think a lot of people are very ungreatful, which is also another big problem.

All my human relationships have to do with a mask of me, and I must perpetually be the victim of living a completely hidden life.

But things took a sudden turn when I meet him.

The man who brought me under his wing and showed me the real world that I've been missing all along.

Together we burned a color that even the stars had never seen before