I saw it
I thought it
Would like me
I got it
It hurt me
Stepped on me
It slapped me
I can't see
I know it
Will not lie
Was not with
Another guy
But I thought
It was good
Would hate her
If I could
But she's been here way too long.
And my feelings are too strong.
And I guess it's just my luck.
But I don't really give a fuck.
So I sit
And work slow
Can not wait
'til I go
Outside
to the bar
I'll get drunk
won't go far
I'll pass out
then wake up
in prison
that's my luck
And I've been here for too long.
And my will is not too strong.
And I'm feeling all fucked up.
And they said "this is growing up!".
Gusto.
