sometimes i feel like a dead man
when i walk around my house
petrified of going out
i couldn't leave to save my life
i'm a waste of my freedom
cuz i've imprisoned myself
with this crippling lack of wealth
and my decaying sense of self
and i have two years left
and i hate my future
i hate my job
and i'm such a fucking slob
oh, my apartment is a mess
and i am very resentful
that life isn't art
and harry potter & voldemort
are works of fiction, not our world
and we have two years left
and i hate sleeping
and i hate waking up
with a sense of shame
and i hate sleeping
and i hate waking up
and i can't afford to give a fuck about myself
and i have two years left
two years left
two years left to go
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