Starving Mule
Why do I deal with this shit
Just to be a failed statistic
She'll love me again in a bit
Of course not, be more realistic
Darkness starts to loom
Shut in my old room
Creating a fort
Built of old remorse
Now I'm feeling nihilistic
Dread starts to form like a bad cyst
All thoughts of being monastic
Replaced with future resistance
Stuck inside a tesseract of my impending dues
Try and try for bye and bi, two ways to get refused
Now I'm feeling like a fool
And there's nothing left to do
Because I can't even sleep
And I can't fuck or eat
Autor(es): Denim Skull