One more..

Vomit on her dress

Blood in her hair

Sound of a Drum

Sound of a snair

One more

one More

What is this animal I have become?

Making my living off of pre-cum

I am a whore

therefore

One more

One more

The reality is, my life is fucked

The reality is, i cant look up

Look what this shit has done

I cant even see my first born son

I need a way out

Too escape, to get out of the door

But I can't

one more

one more

 

Comments

hblake3653

Seen this happen first hand to a friend :,(.

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