mash up

This is all that you give, and it's all that you know that's your excuse toe. After toe till itaks well, it's time I need to reflect. I cannot be fake the usual. Excuse you give to me, doesn't amend everything. Still my hands are together. I'm on my knees at the edge of my bed. I'm praying to God. I'm looking for a day for a greener grass, but I've been burned to Ashes and of course, thought I knew everything till I collapsed, that's the least to me. I'm at the edge till I stand I say I will not jump that I'm not suicidal, think that I'm lying to myself. I aint I've chosen success. I'm at the back of the line. I'm the last picked like this is gym class dodgeball, can you Dodge the sentence? Can you understand that I've lost everything? I can't mention like I'm flipping tossing and geeking out all week. Smoking met losing my teeth. Everything depletes, like I lost my place. Some added space. I wanna come back home like I'm gonna start that blew up Supernova. I can't come back. I'm a black hole aftermath and I just enveloping chances for comfort success and love, the reality of this hurts, which this love can fit that I could jump out of my shoes again, tend to be someone, I'm not smoking drugs all the time, wasting it, and you can't get it back. There's no price to put for that matter of fact might as well take a knife from my wrist to my elbow and end it. I'm tired of living fake and I pretend this is just another song. I go on saying I'm gonna change but not a couple weeks. Turn off and back to play in the game like this is insane. We're not kids anymore. No, I'm out of my brain coming close to the edge. Hope that I don't slip because if I do this is the end. Wait a minute because I'm already at the end twist that I make, I'm here.