Pathetic soul, It's a cigarette that he holds
Blaming the entire world for his own faults
Thinking that the whole world should be a bed of roses, and everyone should be giving him a helping hand with every thing that goes wrong
Every night he smokes and sobs
Ain't there a night he stays sober but shots of whiskey he moans
Every deed he does makes him bored
He just doesn't have one single reason to carry on
He just want no more to live on,
He just wanna leave this life for good, without even leaving a note,
A note that explains how he ended up having a life like this,
How he stopped believing in God,
And why he started to think that this so-called God is so cold
Hence the whole concept of god is so false; Gosh he ain't a moron,
He just hate the fact that he was born
He knows that this world and all these people are better off without his old soul
He knows he is so old school and sore,
So the the workd is gonna be a better place without his damned soul
He just wanna hit the road
And stroll where his feet carry him on
Never to be returned but to be forever gone...
And to be forever forgotten... 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻
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