you ask me what I think of everything well let me tell you what I think

I think this world is fucked up as hell I think my life is dead I think my life is over and a new one's begun I've killed my old self to kill the pain of a love that was true to me but she didn't feel the same

here I am dead as fuck wasted as hell I can't even see straight I've pucked up so much blood it's not fun but I did it to kill that feeling of being used never really loved

what do I think I've wasted my life what do I think I've wasted my time what do I think fuck what I think