Self Pitty/HighSchool
I’d help myself, but the habit of helping others painted a blur.
Typing this under the influence, with one question; am I sane?? But I still ain’t really sure. So I stay insecure, like girls with their makeup, gotta make sure it’s perfect. All that pain and assurance. Final Conclusion; Was all the delay really worth it?
Looking back at things I could of done.. or the shit that I should of done. A loser in the long run, but a simple decision & I could’ve won.
Now I’m full of jealously and regret. From not reaching the standards that i should of met. Bomb on my chest, I’m the only potential threat.
it’s brutal yo. My neighborhoods full of the purest souls. Street signs that read those who graduated; full of names that I use to know.
Torn into bits of unfortunate tortures grit. Remorse for my sins but I already wanna forfeit this gig.. cuz I already played this song like a billion fucking times. Without the happy endings & quotes with the Silver Line. Maybe if I didn’t lie. Always taking the easy way out. That’s where losers fold and winners shine.
Wrote this like 10 minutes ago. Feeling lost & needed to write something
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