I hate the morning. I don't want to leave my bed. My mouth tastes bad and I reek of cigarettes. Can the sun go down now? I hate how I need my friends around. Desperate. I'm fucking desperate. Everyone knows. Everyone fucking gets it. Staring down at the people from a ledge. I hope I don't make a mess on them. I wanna get fucked up, passing out in my own blood. Yeah, I wanna get let down. What goes around, comes around. I want to leave this town. Forget my things. Forget my house. Go fuck around and find out why I'm down. I'm going south. Is this real? If this is, I don't know how I feel. Day to day, I fall apart. Shit gets rough. Life gets hard. Stay in bed. Sleep instead. Fuck my job. I don't want to listen. Life gets hard.
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