One day
Some days, live all on their own
No friends that really stand behind you
No on in your life that supports you for who you are
Even if you change your mind again and again
Not a day goes by that I wonder what kind of fuck up I’m going to turn out to be.
Drunk at 3:25 on a Wednesday and I still clame I’m not an alcoholic
How does that work. How does and of this bullshit lieing life work?
I will die one day, and that moment will be one of the strangest moments ever
The moment I’ve looked forward to, that moment I have feared in some way
When that day does come, I will be happy and sad at that same moment
I wish that day would come, but no sooner than the end of my life…
I’ll loose friends, skin and sleep before this is over…
One day…