Regrets

Precision I’m into it, but I’ve never been a precise person I mean that’s how we learn; it isn’t hard work if I’m not hurting I would have to say it’s not worth it So that’s time that I’ve wasted But I’m truly hoping for the day that I could say that I’ve made it I’m used to being no one People giving me the cold front Hard stares and even harder laughs when I dared to utter “what’s up” Despicable me, but I discuss no movie Gotten a couple of chances to actually do me, but I said fuck that I did for them I thought they loved and knew me, but I was just standing stupid looking like a fucking groupie Couldn’t even get a job at the fucking movies, couldn’t stand the pain every night of sleep I was moving Tossing and turning dreaming of the pain I was deserving yearning and hoping that there was some way I could earn it A life that’s better with lots of money and cool fall weather I’m down for whatever; dare a mother fucker to tell me never