Its funny what you can write when you're drunk...
from the shards of tattered dreams i tried to rise
who gives a fuck about my poems, i write as time passes bye
past failures are a bitch, constant soul hits
my shadow slaps me silly so i can get a grip
is it righteous to walk your path knowing you're gonna fail?
maybe fate will have a conscience and let me prevail
im playing for keeps no matter if i fail or succeed
maybe thats the reason i write till my hand bleeds
been fed lies and agony my entire life
depression is my second cousin, my first is strife
the anger is so thick I could cut it with a knife
watch me spread it on some toast to feed my will to fight
van gogh aint got shit on me, let it be told
every poem I write I give you a piece of my soul
if i dont reach my peek, dont come to my wake
no flowers no cards no fruits in a basket,
no tears for a loser, get the close casket
from the shards of tattered dreams i tried to rise
who gives a fuck about my poems, i write as time passes bye
past failures are a bitch, constant soul hits
my shadow slaps me silly so i can get a grip
is it righteous to walk your path knowing you're gonna fail?
maybe fate will have a conscience and let me prevail
im playing for keeps no matter if i fail or succeed
maybe thats the reason i write till my hand bleeds
been fed lies and agony my entire life
depression is my second cousin, my first is strife
the anger is so thick I could cut it with a knife
watch me spread it on some toast to feed my will to fight
van gogh aint got shit on me, let it be told
every poem I write I give you a piece of my soul
if i dont reach my peek, dont come to my wake
no flowers no cards no fruits in a basket,
no tears for a loser, get the close casket
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