if i could spend a lifetime making choices over again
i'd pick the ones that leave you stranded with your friends
i never wanted to chew on more than i could bite
so i wash out the taste with a shot almost every night
voices all around me tell that i'm so full of s**t
i can't make up for the loss so i keep on taking hits
and for all i care they could be right, so why is it that i
keep drowning myself thinking everything's gonna be all right
wasting every moment and oppoturnity that presents itself
flipping between phases and declining mental health
and if you ever stop to talk then take a shot before you start
so you won't find yourself stabbing you in your precious heart
they say that faded memories get clearer as you grow old
but distant thinking only leaves me abandoned and cold
something's weren't meant to stick around so long
so make sure you hate me completely, before i'm gone
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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