You're at fault not the victim you suck at life not my problem get shitted
Give me absence from reality. Just one more elated day away from losing indications. Every new day is not an everyday thing. Everyones progression
Everything pent up inside sewn shut by angst filled stitches until societys perception of failure tears into raging wounds and I explode bash down
Years and years of the same complaining Shitty work and endless slaving wake up early for blue collar pain but you don't seem to hate all the money
Up on that stage, this is your chance to shine you preach to all of us the meaning of this, with your wise understanding and know it all bliss You
Flaunting smile. Teeth caged flaws. False sense of reality. Ostentate modesty. Insecure vanity. Sententious aphorisms. Pretentious disposition.
Lying awake another sleepless night, trying to fake myself to sleep. As I rest on my failures, and close my eyes to future. This isn't a matter
Fake depression. Sympathy scoundrel. Everyones against you. Artificial emptiness. Change your life. Just to have a chance. bitchmade. motherfuck
Covered in intent filled gas searching for an inane spark to ignite your rage of false inspiration of Fallacious hardships thriving off pointless sympathy
