No longer living life on the edge of my seat.
it's like gum is stuck to my feet.
keeping me stuck, someone needs to save me or i'll get hit by a truck.
Fuck, the cards i was dealt seems to be all bad luck.
i'm out of rhymes. guess that means i'm also out of time.
time for sleep where happiness is mine to keep.
but for when i wake, it disappears Leaving me awake to face my fears.
eyes start to fill with tears as i sit here grinding my gears.
i can't see why i'm still writing. Or why i keep on fighting.
i give up.
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