i’m quitting smoking for yr parents so they don’t think that i’m a bad kid, i swear i wasn’t always a scumbag i didn’t mean to turn out so bad.
i am ashamed of the person that i am, i regret the things i’ve done but i’d still do them again. and in my destructive descent i’ve met the best people i could’ve ever met.
i’m destroying their lives one by one and the irony is i’ll be the only one left when it’s all done.
i know how i need to change, but i’m too scared so i guess i’ll stay the same. i am sorry what i’ve done and the things i’ll do. i’m sorry i couldn’t get clean for you.