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…