Imperfect
tell me again how life isn't fair and as the poison sets in am i to say i don't care
swallowing nails gulping pretty please bless you my son stay away from the
pretty ones have i forgotten something here because it's been three decades
since i've had a beer yet still the stains of regret paint pictures i can't forget and
while i've tried my best i don't stay put out of desperation or the certain knowing
that this wasn't a master plan and i know that rage was not an intention and yet
i've got a knife to my throat and all i can do is laugh and say f... you because
you don't who i am, yet
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