My life is through, looking for a dime a dozen with Swine Flu.
My time is wasted with friends and our good time with drugs.
My past is filled with regrets and conflicts left unresolved.
I miss the kid version of myself. He didn't deal with life problems
given to him on a daily basis. Now, present day. It all has fallen
on my shoulders. Waiting for the judgement of the citizens of this utopia
my brain has been on since '07. Can't wait to go home fall asleep, and
try again for the final time.
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