missin and wishin
I think I need a medic all I have is a constant headache, stuck in my head all I wanna do is lay in bed let life go waste why should I have a taste of life all it does is knock me down, some people act like I'm a king but I don't wear a crown feels like I'm drowning tired of spending all my money at bars just to moan in these battle scars, all I wanna do is be happy I'm tired of feeling shitty and crappy, losing my son pretty much killed me she ruined my life feeling shattered and broken nothing but pieces, staring at the cuts on my skin stuck on a dark path sitting in sorrow just hoping and wishing for a better tomorrow
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