I'm a fucking hypocrite (part 2)

Pick up your fucking pase you're moving too slow.

Time moving by so fast it goes by so quickly can we watch the night skies. 

I been so blinded by own hypocrisy left for I to touch the space left behind. 

Fill in the blanks, fill in the space since there is no one left to blam ebut I, no one to blame

but my actions my feelings no one but I 

My father said I could do better no matter what I've done but what the fuck have I become

Who the fuck is this new I. Am I living? Am I happy? Is this how my next few years

will be feeling like what the fuck have I become. 

Why the fuck have my words become nothing but dust and mud.