i recall the time you called me a loner
all the while you kept looking for a new owner
well i hope to god that he'll cheat on you tonight
because i swear no one's making it out alive
you claim my lifestyles aren't religiously pure
but drinking your misery away won't assure
your acceptance to heaven will be denied
because i doubt we'll make it out alive
a life of indigo won't bring you inner peace
and not when you bail out on your lease
keep talking that s**t about your spiritualistic side
because you know it won't matter after this life
your face is sweet and you act so kind
but we all know the little things you hide
and when you pull the wool from over your eyes
your first born won't make it out alive
i look at myself and i see disappointment
just wasting away with every waking moment
and i don't care if i can't make myself cry
i swear i don't care if i don't make it out alive
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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.